When the clock strikes
I think, therefore.
First one in,
Open heart, open mind,
My will be done.
Eyes on the prize -
Upon a midnight,
The life and times.
Morning becomes
Meadows
And away we go.
Look up!
Out and in:
Upon a time,
The sands of mine,
Beautiful, no matter
World in a grain.
I wish i may
Thank goodness,
God among men;
That, and the other.
I do believe...
Am i dreaming?
Alive at last.
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