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Icy land
MY HEART FLOWS THROUGH THIS ICY LAND.
COME AND TAKE MY LONELY HAND.
SHOW ME HOW TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT.
CRY THESE TEARS NO MORE TONIGHT.
SING THIS SORROWFUL SONG INTO THE AIR.
TRY TO LIVE WITHOUT A CARE.
LOOK UP AT THE STARS IN THE SKY.
DRY THOSE TEARS FROM YOUR EYE.
LIFT YOUR HEAD, BRING YOUR SMILES BACK.
PAINT YOUR WORLD WITH COLOR INSTEAD OF BLACK.
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Tuesday 16th August 2022 7:32 am
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