Once upon a time there was a cat
who had a black spot on her face
and an old attic near the sea
with a window one step away from the blue sky.
If the guitar I played
the cat purred and a
little star came down close, close
then she smiled at me and came back up.
Now I don't live there anymore,
everything is It's changed, I no longer live there,
I have a beautiful house,
as beautiful as you want.
But, I think back to a cat
who had a black spot on her face
/>to an old attic near the sea
with a little star, which I no longer see.
But, I think back to a cat
who had a black spot on her face
a an old attic near the sea
with a little star, which I no longer see...

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