My idea of that
To improve perhaps
The world is on my shoes
Lights blaze in lanterns
Calling the gaurds
There is no one here
But a park full of dogs
And I hear the soft bells
The smell of red wine
Easy does the magic book
Dreams tell of hidden gold
Nothing sold.
To improve perhaps
The world is on my shoes
Lights blaze in lanterns
Calling the gaurds
There is no one here
But a park full of dogs
And I hear the soft bells
The smell of red wine
Easy does the magic book
Dreams tell of hidden gold
Nothing sold.
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