I stand in the midst of your glory,
We commit of war in fury,
Too much gestures antidotes in jury,
Bleeding in search of my lonely,
Can't seem to inner cure my needy,
Clean as the markings in dreamy,
I look across the field of worry,
Past, present, future, is in me,
Wake up, fall asleep, wait for my love, he.

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