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On earth. To some it seems they are fond dreams, I see them as nightmares. Safe in her arms from earth's alarms And living without a care. But when I wake then leaves her face Her kiss and heart so fair, And our trembling lips like our frendship Remains so far from there. Wandering the roads perhaps shows The earth as meaningless, Yet a world apart is in her heart And to her I'll not confess, That floating 'round the stars and nearby mars Where all men have a choice, All I have is one path Who's guide is her dear voice. |
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