Ballora
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Why do you hide inside your walls When there is music in my halls? All I see is an empty room No more joy, an empty tomb It's so good to sing all day To dance, to spin, to fly Now, who are you, dipshit?
Why do you hide inside your walls When there is music in my halls? All I see is an empty room No more joy, an empty tomb It's so good to sing all day To dance, to spin, to fly Now, who are you, dipshit?