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You are funny like a kid and awesome like a princessUnseen like an angel, like the morning sunshine_ Kindness like a river and highness like a mountain, In the middle of the Rheine, the cute face and sweet lips _(La la la la, La la , mmmm , mm _)Keep the lovely smile, in your juicy icy eyes Open the heaven for my eyes, forever angel voice Never angry never harsh, never mad never marsh Dear or darling, either diamond or dime, Overall the dream of the world
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You are funny like a kid and awesome like a princessUnseen like an angel, like the morning sunshine_ Kindness like a river and highness like a mountain, In the middle of the Rheine, the cute face and sweet lips _(La la la la, La la , mmmm , mm _)Keep the lovely smile, in your juicy icy eyes Open the heaven for my eyes, forever angel voice Never angry never harsh, never mad never marsh Dear or darling, either diamond or dime, Overall the dream of the world

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