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Move it, flip it, little boot ♪
I can't ask
The mouth in the sack,
the fern in the pocket
The sky,
the earth, the sea and the land
The sea and the land
What do I get from you?
Man, I'm a little boy like you
What do I get from you?
Time is running out, what do I get?
There's only remains of me and you
What do I get from you?
You exhale,
dew drizzle down
You hate the dark
