Life of dreams and passionate creams
Coldness of days and Hottest of fay
Come to me oh come to me now
Sweet lies kisses, Cool Night misses
Let there be light, i shouted out
Shining upon on lonely soul
Let there be happiness, i grey out
Fighting days with working like dismay
~Betty Lee~
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