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old bibia
Bolianแอ and now I high on gates I
hung all high you more saw I am
I dream of gold, I dream of gold
Spring rain does not wet the heart,
it is strange
Autumn cold, I eat the love
Year after year,
year after year
Forget mountains,
forget water,
forget the early morning
I'm here
I'm here
I'm here
I'm here
I'm here
Year after year, year after year
Forget mountains,
forget water,
forget the early morning
I'm here I'm here Year after year,
year after year
Forget mountains,
forget water,
forget the early morning
