the ice of the golden touch,
will melt away,
when two hearts that beat as one,
with a burning flame,
has the power of the lion,
to divent the coil so you,
can live the dream you wish,
the spirits that roam the angel that flies,
are brighter then ever,
in they hands,
the stillness of the waters sound,
like the shore is calm and mild,
at home with nature,
is a beautiful density,
a morning call,
from the birds outside,
wakes you up,
with the perfect music,
to end the,
dream so true
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