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The sky decided to fall down.Long agoYou were born to the angels.Stars long to create you.They create me.And that is why the angels follow you.All the girls fall down every time they sprinkle moon-dust.Aaaah...Your eyes of gold follow me.YouLong to beNear.Birds fall from the sky suddenlyBirds fall from the sky like stardust, close togetherWhy? Why? Why? From Letras Mania