Would you be my oxygen?
If there would be a path in the snow
A weak road beyond flowers and fields
Though it was hundred of years ago
With nothing but the rough winds as shields
If I would ask you to walk my side
As pouring rain and storm steels our sight
Though the blue birds have already died
Would you climb with me nomatter height?
A weak road beyond flowers and fields
Though it was hundred of years ago
With nothing but the rough winds as shields
If I would ask you to walk my side
As pouring rain and storm steels our sight
Though the blue birds have already died
Would you climb with me nomatter height?
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