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New Ice Age
All the air is felt with flowers
I just want to cry.
I believe my heart is breaking,
but I don't know why.
As we sleep our dreams grow brighter
ready in all ways.
And our love with every fiber
helds our waking days
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helds our waking days
And our love with every fiber
ready in all ways.
As we sleep our dreams grow brighter
but I don't know why.
I believe my heart is breaking,
I just want to cry.
All the air is felt with flowers
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