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Meadows
Let's dance through the meadows in our minds.
Smelling the flowers in our heads.
Feeling the sun, created by our conscious.
Breathing the air that's not even there.
Let's dance through the meadows in our minds.
Smelling the flowers in our heads.
Feeling the sun, created by our conscious.
Breathing the air that's not even there.
Let's dance through the meadows in our minds.
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