Crescent Moon
A Smile Defined
In The Skies
A Body Cosmic
To Light The Way
To Nevermind
A Space In Place
As You Turn To See
Shine Down Upon
In Misery
While Smiling Off
On Life There Was
Hold Me Close
And Two For All
Between Me And You
All Is Love
Without A Guide
Hold Me Close... Overdrive!
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