Quietly Forgotten There Exists the Music of Joy Itself
In the edge of hope beyond the keyhole of times door
Exists the plane where we can all cope
In the corner where dreams are born
Lies the eternal heartbeat of love
Where whispers of sun lights laughter shine
Where the pages of charity are kept
Beyond the road of freedom where the inner soul dances
Quietly forgotten there exists the music of joy itself
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