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In the midst of concrete jungle
Where dreams live, life tangles I hunt for a spot with my finesse Where I can see lifes axenic face.
Where there is calmness of heartstrings Melodies of birds joy they bring A feeling free from poisonous brace How lovely would be my loneliness!
Yet life exhibits its cruel act A Fallen race dismal facts A belief of mine lacks the space No place for Eden on earths base.
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~A song isn't always a Love Story, but a love story is always A Song~
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