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Every moment in your life, create a backdoor in your mind.
There is no goal to reach at last, only frightness from your past
And she dances in the street on her skills, and onto the hills And she dances on your whoons In the deeps and up on the throns
Don't forget the beuty in the life Even IF the trouth i still a lie. Finaly you realise How to docking life and stop the time.
And she dance to make us smile Lets forget we have to die There is an angel on her side, shows the way you have to mind.