Lilies may growEven through the snowThe sun will riseSparkle your
Crying loud you are crawling on the floorJust a beautiful
Can you see me going downI am screaming out loudAnd
Pushing, pulling me down againPushing, pulling me down againIt's getting
Irridescent eyes of the seahorse riseTreasure she lovesOthers dispiseA shooting
Will the angels sing tonightOr will they perish in the
TomorrowWill we all just fade awayAnd will the sun explodeDestroying
Broken peopleHollow and feebleThey're rollingRolling up the hillRotten ingrateSt
Gather round to hear this taleA story which has grown
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