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I want to shine
Like the stars
In the skies
Fill me with the drug
Of your love
Your passion, your light
Give me the shine
Of your soul.
Magic begins ,
When I hear your voice
You're life, you're cold breeze in summer
Rain to the dried soil
A rescuer to the old woman
In a traffic
You dont know , you're wisdom to mental retard
You're a vision to blind kid

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