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One, two, three, yes
I don't want anyone to say anything.
My little one is going to sleep
I've already put on my pajamas
And snuggles up close to me
She always goes barefoot
Despite
His mother tells him not to do it.
Life behind that window
It is very different from here
Hot coffee in the afternoon
And at night we are so close together
That we are not even seen
We can't even be heard
Only the television that ends
I kiss her cheeks
His nose is always cold
She always pretends to be asleep
I can see her smile
We live here inside
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