hillsides and the fields of wheat Across america as we cross america What's important here today The broken line on the highway All the love in the world for you, girl Thumbelina
You bless this air, but it chokes hard, So bless my heart, and, bless my, goodbyes, This music box has lost its key, and plays only out of tune, It's
hear collapse But smile and nod and watch the dim sunset Whilst the cocktails clash Bleak glass domes Make shivers in my peacock eye And I am all Thumbelina
Qui est cette miniature, cette jolie?tite poupee? (Coin!) Qui est cet ange pur? Est-ce une fee? Nous ne savons rien d'elle, mais cette fille est si belle