| Looking into the miror
I start to wonder
Could there be A place
we could not see?
A place of grace
A place to be
Where we can be ourselves
And not mistreated slaves
A way of life
We all dream to live
Full of dreams
Of chocolate and creams
No tears or fears
No wars or carears
A world of peace
A wonderful place
A world of wonder
A world behind the miror |
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