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Come here They whisper of a re-entry When all that has plagued you is left behind and you are living in bliss tenfold than the sorrow you endured In this mystical place far from the World and her terrors
Children of the lion. Biding to be free. The motherland of the people. Cries with the trees.  
My life finally at full-volume The city echoing back the bright flicker beats of a genuine smile I shed excess layers like a spring sweater
They sung.Sung.Before.   They were not forced,In fact they yearned.for. it.I did not.  
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