I follow a night
Without a light
My eyes cry
My dear for a torch
The button of the moon
Is not working
The curtains of the sky
Are a bit upset
Seeing the drums of thunder
Angry as fearful bulls
My ears burst out in rain
My voice is still heaven
What a baby she is
Mother nature
Without a light
My eyes cry
My dear for a torch
The button of the moon
Is not working
The curtains of the sky
Are a bit upset
Seeing the drums of thunder
Angry as fearful bulls
My ears burst out in rain
My voice is still heaven
What a baby she is
Mother nature
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