Her
Bíum bíum bambaló
Bambaló of dillidillidó
My little friend I lull to rest
But outside, a face looms at the window
When the mighty mountains
fill your chest with burning desire,
I will play the langspil
and soothe your mind
Bíum bíum bambaló
Bambaló of dillidillidó
My little friend I lull to rest
But outside, a face looms at the window
When the cruel storms rage
and the dark blizzard crouches above,
I shall light five candles
and drive away the winter/twilight shadows
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Fallen: Diabolik Spring
Mystery / ThrillerI remember having recurring dreams about a girl when I was an adolescent. I see her clearly in the distance in those lucid, dark dreams. Each time I get close to her, she fades away like a flower, and I miss another chance to finally glimpse her bea...
