The Piont Of Cure


Oh theirs so many people I no.

And theirs so many I don't.

But theirs one thing we all want.

That's to end all the deaf and fear.

And to finally reach that hope to be near.

The hope and our hearts and mines we veer.

That hope which is called the piont of cure.

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