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Little song By: Melline Carshal Here is one of those little songs, I tend to sing when I get the longings of a lost childhood. Which in my hope can return to me again. "When the moon hangs high in the sky" "My mind to distant heavens fly" "Through summers, winters, falls and springs" "Through fairytales of magic things" "Ride a white steed through the night" "Dream of shadow, dream of light" "Grown up by the looks I seem" "But still I sleep I like to dream" |
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