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beutiful your smile like sunset sky. a forest of daisies for every tear you cry. peace will come togther in a dream not far way, past the trons apon your rose bed, lays the heart of a child lost in your head. find him in the pettles of your mind ease you pain and say good bye. strange is the mind that becons in your head oh so lovey...
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