Transcription: A small man, standing on the ground, is walking on the ground. The small hearts stand still for a while. You have to be careful. It's a fight in the sand, with a small oar in the hand. The last snow is going to be a threat And can't change the skin to wet In a cold winter night The little birds are walking A frosty skin flocking, a smile of the sky, a melody in wind, and the air that sings the wind. A little fire in the night sky, and a little fire in the sky. I can't say it's fair, my little child No, there's no one to blame I'm not a fool, my little child A melody in the wind I can't say it' ...
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