en engelsk dikt typ.

When you believe, at what you're doing.
It's like everything is so easy.
Nothings left in the dark hole,
just that friend.
That left you behind.
There's no reason to fall,
When you know you have yourself.

So what do you have to lose,
if you try to believe?.



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