Those old innocent days...
when smile flies all over the blue sky,
like a bird who found the right direction towards home,
when eyes open and there stands God,
just before you, right before you,
as fresh air...
when smile flies all over the blue sky,
like a bird who found the right direction towards home,
when eyes open and there stands God,
just before you, right before you,
as fresh air...
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