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This room is as white as a ghost In this space you can see your own breath This room is as cold as its host Is it this sleep that is the brother of death? This cloth is as green as an orchard Where the salt can coat the trees This girl cries tears as if tortured Is it this girl who is the queen of the sea? I'm goona see you through this my love, my love I'm gonna see you through this my love, my love, love The eyes of the toys they are moving It's here everything that never lived is alive The eyes of the toys they are soothing As into the brother of sleep that we dive I'm gonna see you through this my love, my love I'm gonna see you through this my love, my love I'm gonna see you through, I'm goona see you through From Letras Mania