I here your voice like a decent wind echoing across the sky but there is doubt that breaks it down like a shattered dream with colors that change just take my hand ill show you the way I well move you heat in a deferent pace just take my hand an what you see lost well fall into place together we well conquer the entire space an with theses hands I well lift you up to the highest winds an against the burning day light the hours well never end
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thanks for the sharing honeybear