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Life is a lyric written neat on a page, blowing in the wind down a mud soaked road. But in the voice it rings out clear this is coming to an end, the new beginning is here.
So just rest my dear and everything will be fine, you'll see. Take it slow, this is a first for a second in a dream. Waking up is hard at first, but the sun will catch your eyes. So smile as you wake, and think of what you'll do today. Cause everything you touch, is something made better in some way. With that said, I am going to sleep to dream of wings of green, letting me know, they will never let me go.
So just rest my dear and everything will be fine, you'll see. Take it slow, this is a first for a second in a dream. Waking up is hard at first, but the sun will catch your eyes. So smile as you wake, and think of what you'll do today. Cause everything you touch, is something made better in some way. With that said, I am going to sleep to dream of wings of green, letting me know, they will never let me go.