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when there's hope there's the music of now
flowing through my head symphony presense
mindful sung sweetly
making your voice, your spirit
my ground to center on
not out of time same songs repeat, singing
you were all "hope you're doing well in your own hell"
light through the white window wood
s p e l l i n g out no, i'm really here
flowing through my head symphony presense
mindful sung sweetly
making your voice, your spirit
my ground to center on
not out of time same songs repeat, singing
you were all "hope you're doing well in your own hell"
light through the white window wood
s p e l l i n g out no, i'm really here