It will no be fun, girl,
Take time, breathe and smoke.
Your soul is rare pearl,
This war is a joke.
Just give me your hand, please,
And pray for the end.
We’ll find the all keys,
My poor little friend.
The life is go on, trust.
Wipe tears and come down.
We should be more strong just
In this lonely town…
It will not be fun, girl
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