Special song...

If I were a song

If I were a song

I'd have a shy melody

calm and easy to hear

always with a happy touch

a little different and eccentrical

a little lunatic and daydreamer

something you can't quite understand or like at first

and some people will never like or understand at all

something you can listen to at night

with a nostalgic and inspiring feeling...

In the voice of a king you announced your opposition In the exposed night, you were smiling Affected by the aurora, above all else Reaching out both hands, you invited me The beads which shattered into little pieces 'Isn't it pretty?' The night sky was a present to us I couldn't believe he wasn't there that day The clown, who couldn't show his true face Today, too, the world just spins along At a speed like this, tears can't help but dry, and yet You choose to run Even on the days when the wind blows hard I wonder if somewhere, something's going wrong about now When I envision your shy, departing form How I want to see you again If your dreams come true It won't be because of anyone but yourself You choose to run Even on the days when the wind blows hard Let's go to the place that you love It's you we're talking about

"Funny Bunny" the pillows

It won't be because of anyone but

If your dreams come true

yourself

Even if you can't fly, it's no problem:

The ground goes on anyway

I know you can do it

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