I could not care less for oh, so many things tales Of your distress and what tomorrow brings Alluring you on sight I'd harbour my delight. You could not care for what tune sorrow sings.
In this battle of ages Abreath of fire would light your pilot. Are you soul courageous? A breath of life would make You maybe see... you bring me to the ground You bring me to the ground
Victory's in vain unless one knows the score Inner peace reclines, in a place the bitter scorn Spirit maketh man always at hand But spirit fails to save the ones worth waiting for.
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