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Beautiful and Free

Heal the sorrow, uproot the sad willow Make it happy There's another tomorrow to borrow To set you free Burn away the icy ickiness inside me Churn away the sea of distress that I see Brew away the sensation of solitude Chase away my ill-tempered interlude Many smiles will weigh down the frowns Many suns will guide you towards moonlit towns Many hours spent with you is oh so wonderful Many times, I tell you you're always beautiful You are... Beautiful and free My star... You'll be free as can be Your scar... Will be cured as you flee You are like an alien on this planet of plenty You are a passerby, roaming in liberating captivity Ready or not, I'm coming to the rescue Believe me, you will be the happier you Make it happy - The sorrow that leaves you feeling Rather crappy I know, these emotions aren't so appealing Reality is a cruel, yet honest weapon That fights our battles or stabs our back You need some faith fuel once again So, carry on, carrion heart upon your sack Never forget how much you mean to me Never seek revenge, but forgiveness alone shall live Victory is in the hands of the man of glee Never take avengeful actions lightly - there's love to give Enliven the gladness, enlighten the owl's ancient elegance Make it restore grace to this verse Renew the remedy of relieving remembrance To ensnare the burden's curse And to unwrap unconditional utility... Uprooting the sad willow's vain insanity It's the only way To unchain you from your fatality Starting today, I'm going to make you beam, truly It's the only way To make you beautiful and Free With my cheerful sway, I shall encourage eternal ecstasy It's the only way, My beautiful and free angel It's the only way Above the ruins of your cell

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