LuMa and the mouse

little blinking red light.

blinking when faced up, sleeping when left alone.

little blinking red light,

show me the way to your home,

the the place in which you rome,

when you are placed down.

little blinking red light,

i am banging you out,

bang! paz! bolas!

andale,

come out.

little blinking red light,

I'll get you out somehow.

*sigh*

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