Thank you for making my worst dreams
Become reality when I was a teen
Lack of respect for your kind
And what you left behind.
I yearn for her peaceful bliss
I think I can see something
Now all the wounds have been healed
Changing a song brings a different view.
Become reality when I was a teen
Lack of respect for your kind
And what you left behind.
I yearn for her peaceful bliss
I think I can see something
Now all the wounds have been healed
Changing a song brings a different view.
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