Is there a place beyond the bay Where the moon can boast all day? A place where I can live my life anew Like the fresh bud steeped in the morning dew
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“it’s the thoughts in our heads that draws stark clear the deferential line…”
Bridge the communication. Let’s build our love on this mended bridge
And fortify it with a lovely ridge. While we dance to the tune of love in circles
The consorted notes of music pills permeat cheerfully and fills my soul with varied thrills As it insidiously blend to heal in the end.
…the mistakes I make are the propellers that fuel my life”
Your tender voice That reminds me of Anti Lois,
See how this conscious moon After sipping from the heavens eye That guides the path at noon Is secluded in the glorious sky.