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With my hair upon the pillow
like a sleepy golden storm,
With my hair upon the pillow
like a sleepy golden storm,
I wonder what would happen
if I show you
that I'm not only made of stone?
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I am also made of crystal,
this is my secret side.
Behind this hazel eyes,
there's the real me
fearing what would happen if I just come clean.
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Should I show you everything that I am?
Would you stand by the side of this puzzle made of glass,
dessed up as a pink princess pie?
dessed up as a pink princess pie?
