Tell me your secret while staring at the moon,
and it will die with the night.
You can lie too, it is fun,
but tell me something nice,
and I'll tell you why I don't like you.
I'm feeling Mango when I want some berries,
The taste sorrow is found in a bright corner,
with decorated trees.
This is a song for your agony,
if you have none, I am sorry.
You can thank me anytime,
find me decorating trees in a yellow corner.
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