Disse a bruxinha boa:
"can't give up actin' tough
it's all that I'm made of
can't scrape together quite enough
to ride the bus to the outskirts of the fact that I need love"
(e ouvi uma caixinha de música)
Respondeu o feiticeiro triste:
"and then I see a darkness
and did you know how much I love you
is a hope that somehow you,
you can save me from this darkness"
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