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Days, they seem to fly away

When I don't live in them

Rise old boy it's time to wake

And call upon the lord

Let the angels come

Whisper in my ear

Make me fly high

Well let the angels come

The walls fall down

I'm in space

In my place

Open

(Harmony with the earth leads to identity

And creativity is the offspring of nature)

My mind

(To build something pure with the resources one has

Is to give back to the universe and rediscover life)

Let me

(Simply being more mindful

Of one's relationship with all living things)

Outside

(Will surely improve one's perception

And therefore satisfaction of their own life)

Well let the angels come

Caress my neck

Set me free

Let me see

The angels come

From above with hearts of

The desperate and passionate need to create

Don't waste

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