| Come to (Bo) |
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Come to my warm house
Even if I'm not enchanting any more
Your eyes are closed
They can't see me.
Come to a quiet corner
From the terrible noise
Rest your head
On my shoulder in the darkness.
Come, come
From the ocean of quiet
A long and winding road
Even if you're angry
Don't destroy everything.
Come to me now
My arrogance is only my pride
Your eyes are open
They can't see me. |
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