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löytyi vanhoja tekstejäni. Tässä palanen keiju-tarinasta:
In the woods
In the woods
There are tiny little fairies,
Under the leaves, behind the stones
They are telling stories.
Just listen, tell your own.
Just listen, don't go.
...Those little fairies,
So beautiful, delicate
Finds silence without bitter hate.
Kissed by the autumn leaves,
And touched by the wind in needs.
Those little fairies,
With golden dusted wings,
Pure white soft skins,
Sings with a gorgeous voice...
Vaikka täytyy myöntää, että ikkunasta ulos katsoessa tuuli huutelee sen oloisesti, ettei syksy ole enää kaukana.
löytyi vanhoja tekstejäni. Tässä palanen keiju-tarinasta:
In the woods
In the woods
There are tiny little fairies,
Under the leaves, behind the stones
They are telling stories.
Just listen, tell your own.
Just listen, don't go.
...Those little fairies,
So beautiful, delicate
Finds silence without bitter hate.
Kissed by the autumn leaves,
And touched by the wind in needs.
Those little fairies,
With golden dusted wings,
Pure white soft skins,
Sings with a gorgeous voice...
Vaikka täytyy myöntää, että ikkunasta ulos katsoessa tuuli huutelee sen oloisesti, ettei syksy ole enää kaukana.
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