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Belive me.
Be-live.
Be leaf.
Just yellow autumn's leaf, wich is slowly falling to the grey muddy ground, circle by circle making its spiral way. Cool wind would come to play with it, but, please, don't belive him!
Belive me.
Come to my hand.
Be leaf.
Be life.
Belive me...
Be-live.
Be leaf.
Just yellow autumn's leaf, wich is slowly falling to the grey muddy ground, circle by circle making its spiral way. Cool wind would come to play with it, but, please, don't belive him!
Belive me.
Come to my hand.
Be leaf.
Be life.
Belive me...
...Belive me...
...Belive me.