you do not have flowers, crybaby
flowers cemetery.
you do not have flowers, crybaby
flowers cemetery.
That when the wind moves, crybaby,
It seems they are crying.
That when the wind moves, crybaby,
It seems they are crying.
About my crybaby, crybaby you’re my xulca
About my crybaby, crybaby you’re my xulca
I removed loving you crybaby,
but never forget.
I removed loving you crybaby,
but never forget.
A weepy Christ of iron,
my sorrows will conte me.
A weepy Christ of iron,
my sorrows will conte me.
Which would not be my weepy penalties,
the Holy Christ weeping.
Which would not be my weepy penalties,
the Holy Christ weeping.
About my crybaby, crybaby that lily field.
About my crybaby, crybaby that a lily field