They told me when I was little, I'd go to heaven if I was good. Now I'm a long way from little, 'Cause I tried to find heaven, 'Cause I thought that I could.
And I thought I loved Harold, And I loved them so free. Now I don't think that heaven
Hallo, song of the willow, The dreams under my pillow, Turned to tears that I cried. Beauty and love are our riddle, Never to answer, but always to try.
For the whole world to see. Now I don't think that heaven
So I said goodbye to Harold, And I loved them so free. Now I don't think that heaven
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