Here we stand,
Forever lost in thought.
No-one else undestands
The ideals, for which we fought.
Blissfull, we fly,
On the velvet air.
Our hopes will never die,
But neither, the burden we bare.
For dreams are nice,
And dreams are true,
They bring fire in the ice,
But hardest of all, lonelyness too.
Soulflame.
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Hope is the one crop that can grow in any climate
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