February 6, 2010
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As we lay there without a care,
Gentle whispers in the air
Lying in a field of green
Living in a world serene
Softly dreaming of a world all our own,
Away from the horrors this world has shown
Time will slowly pass us by,
Until the point in which we die
The soft melodies of life
Refuse to give up their noble strife
And intertwine the hearts of young
To bring a true sense of one
When the world will try to bring us down
Together we shall gain the crown
And we shall sing a song so true
To bring back memories from which we grew
When we would lie in the dark green grass
And wonder what events shall pass

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