Goodbye, bluebell, how you've touched me
With such beauty, and simplicity...
You know it isn't easy, getting over these things...
Goodbye, wood, and tall trees
And fishes too, most lovers swim the breeze,
Jumped over the moon
You know it isn't easy, getting over these things...
Oh, my bluebell, how I want you
But you must die, winter is coming...
With such beauty, and simplicity...
You know it isn't easy, getting over these things...
And fishes too, most lovers swim the breeze,
Jumped over the moon
You know it isn't easy, getting over these things...
But you must die, winter is coming...
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