Searching, someplace, somewhere....
where we'd feel pain never
stars shine always
this night is foggy, grey
a place with green grass, beautiful trees
most has fallen to decay
a place with smiling people, it will match their eyes
everyones always crying
a place where death is from old age
children dying
painted white sidewalks, no contrast with the perfect white houses
broken and savaged by time
a place with blue seas and no pollution
the gulls hold no distracting chime
we'd all be beautiful, no hurt
girls dying of starvation
with love so pure, asks nothing in return
we have that, we have salvation
and it would stay this way
only as long as forever
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