That cold night the letters in my book started narrating stories
While outside breeze keeps hugging me around
Sneaking inside my room through the window rails
It's the time when I heard the hanging 7 bells
Started music from no where
Do they have to whisper me something..?
Any hidden story of passion that makes it hanging around
The flowing wind keeps them mobile
And it's a reminder of 7 little princess
Which brings chills to my bone
Drowning with memories of emotions
While outside breeze keeps hugging me around
Sneaking inside my room through the window rails
It's the time when I heard the hanging 7 bells
Started music from no where
Do they have to whisper me something..?
Any hidden story of passion that makes it hanging around
The flowing wind keeps them mobile
And it's a reminder of 7 little princess
Which brings chills to my bone
Drowning with memories of emotions
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Awwww😍👌👏
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