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What things this
world can bring The trees and the birds are so free I'm flying high on these angel wings Open my heart and let me see But darkness just beyond the horizon Creeping in like like a blanket of dreams And its greedy look feasts its eyes upon The dark abyss of sorrows and screams So melt the clocks and stop the time It's only me, my notebook and my rhyme Bring me the sun to keep me warm I'll stay here and wait out the storm. |
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