My world floats like the clouds
On a pale heaven through the empty days
Of reality
My feeble palms long for to grip
The shade of uncommon valley where
I can sell my heart for hopes and desires of an eternal love that comes like the dream
Spring to the crisped areas of my soul
On a pale heaven through the empty days
Of reality
My feeble palms long for to grip
The shade of uncommon valley where
I can sell my heart for hopes and desires of an eternal love that comes like the dream
Spring to the crisped areas of my soul
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