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There’s an orchestra in my mouth
That brings what was dead to life
From nothing comes a paradise

You can see it to can’t you
The colours take shape and form
It’s a play of demons and angels fighting a war

Called to battle with a pen and a brush
We’re all creators of such
Magic is real it resides where you want it to be

They call it culture
I’d call it living dreams
We are a part of the creations we create

Beauty always comes with a price
We spend with it entire lives
The heart will always ask for pleasure

Immortalized
Pieces will always remain
Made to last until the end of time





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Publicerad 2017-11-22 11:13



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