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Sweet, sweet young dreams
Crawling away they fly
Capturing, rushing to the sky
Like sweet and soar white cream
Windy mountains and lofty eyes
A beauteous nature a glimpse would rise
Ids seize the day, and call it back
There, there it stands so light and gay
A son of beauty, one hand is gold
And others crawling off the walls
Look down upon us, look to the stars
What best befalls and cut these cries
The end before us or just a day
To keep thinking it's not okay
The cars are walking undressed and wane
The roads and falling with dazzling crane
The doors are talking of hands unseen
They touch the spirit and break us clean
A child has seen it inside one's eye
A blessed image it rise and fly
What god befell us and claim this day
A touch of grace it sweeps all sway
Though fear no evil, fear no lie
God does love thee, and so do I
One step to the temple
No treads to weep
One step to the temple
To love and keep.
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