Non-cage lyrics.

The grass of the grass is in the field of beans
My e-bee-bee brother got up today.

This sun-goddess Paush-Prada
With butterflies
If the yoke is on the yard
To eat the flower mow
I hear the Aman paddy farewell and I hear it in the field.

Today in the cave-forest, who breathes out on the banks of the river,
And her yellow colorful accumulation of the aquarium swelling!
The nokchobi of that acacia flowers,
Ga's sari blue indigenous,
I did not know that unknown
Get bored.

He called me to go on the way to the eyes.
The grass of the grass is in the field of beans
My e-bee-bee brother has been born so much.

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