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The bliss that I call true love

Everyone is a dreamer
In this land we call home
And I, of course, is a fool
A fool, for not realizing sooner
That we all shall rest
By the shoulders of those we love
In the lands of dreams, oh the sacred continents
Of those we may call home. 


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Publicerad 2015-12-15 23:23

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