Wrong will be right.
When Sun comes in sight.
At the feeling of her glow,
sorrows will be no more,
When the wind blows a mild breeze,
Winter meets ist death.
And when the sun shakes her golden mane,
we shall have spring again.
Wrong will be right.
When Sun comes in sight.
At the feeling of her glow,
sorrows will be no more,
When the wind blows a mild breeze,
Winter meets ist death.
And when the sun shakes her golden mane,
we shall have spring again.
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