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Little doll
INSIDE ROARE
Like a little doll
Apparently the dew caught on your eyelashes,
please don't cry
You look like a shop window doll
beautiful and sparkling.
In beautiful floral dresses that smell of saffron,
I don't know if it's a dream or reality.
You whisper into my hands, wake up
don't sleep and dance like me
Into the palm of my hand, I pick up your whispers and listen
I collect your scent in my palms and please don't notice it.
I'm listening.
Apparently the dew caught in my hands,
please don't cry
Like a little doll she melted away to me
she was beautiful and glittering.
A doll in a flowery dress that smelled of saffron,
it wasn't a dream, she was here and I was left alone again.
Into the palm of my hand, I pick up your whispers and listen
I collect your scent in my palms and please don't notice it.
I'm listening.
Like a little doll
Apparently the dew caught on your eyelashes,
please don't cry
You look like a shop window doll
beautiful and sparkling.
In beautiful floral dresses that smell of saffron,
I don't know if it's a dream or reality.
You whisper into my hands, wake up
don't sleep and dance like me
Into the palm of my hand, I pick up your whispers and listen
I collect your scent in my palms and please don't notice it.
I'm listening.
Apparently the dew caught in my hands,
please don't cry
Like a little doll she melted away to me
she was beautiful and glittering.
A doll in a flowery dress that smelled of saffron,
it wasn't a dream, she was here and I was left alone again.
Into the palm of my hand, I pick up your whispers and listen
I collect your scent in my palms and please don't notice it.
I'm listening.
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