You are the moon that breaks the night . You are the fear that I hate to fight. Times are wrong in all that is done. My treasure is love that I give to only one. Cherrish the treasures given to your heart and never let anything hurt from the start. You chose your path so accept and believe, that peace love and light are needed to breathe.
I feel as though I__ in a dream, where strange things are happening but they don__ feel strange. Everything is cloudy__verything is wrapped in a fog__nd I__ filled from head to toe with the single, burning desire to get closer to the music, to hear the music better, for the music to go on and on and on.
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I feel as though I__ in a dream, where strange things are happening but they don__ feel strange. Everything is cloudy__verything is wrapped in a fog__nd I__ filled from head to toe with the single, burning desire to get closer to the music, to hear the music better, for the music to go on and on and on.
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