Let me take you to my home
Where my mind I can hone
I can touch ideas with my pen
I will live here till the end.
Your weapons at the entrance,
I'll let you in, only with your sense
Let the time stand still
Thee I shall try to thrill.
This is no ordinary house
It has windows, pause!
You can't see the future come
But the edges presents now!
Where my mind I can hone
I can touch ideas with my pen
I will live here till the end.
Your weapons at the entrance,
I'll let you in, only with your sense
Let the time stand still
Thee I shall try to thrill.
This is no ordinary house
It has windows, pause!
You can't see the future come
But the edges presents now!
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