From a sinking sands
Who knows the direction
Of a yonder height
Beyond possible memory
Who sings the songs of freedom
That indeed didnt give us freedom
Who binds the open Sore
That it might unbundle the sore part
again to drive him so crazy yell and still laugh
Welcome your dreams
When you see or you re told
The mystery of dreams
Often alive often dream forever.
What happen when old wounds
Return with all stigma and smears
What you can do is to recreate
Your beautiful dreams and persistently nurture .
Everybody will receive their rewards
In the very appointment of time of life
It shall be. It shall be.In the appointed of de time
Uhmmmm.uhmmmm.
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