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Thereβs a land, you may have heard about. A land, far across the sea. A dreamland, independent and free, Knocking on Heavens doors. Some hearts, live for the roots, the rock, the reggae. True Independence, comes when the heart is rooted, anchored to the rock. Souls dancing, the heart singing, songs of freedom. Even though, [β¦]
Songs of Freedom!
Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)
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