Smell the sight of the wilderness
See the haze and all its gloomy glaze
Walk on a shallow red in blue carpet
All eyes on thee, no lies to spill
The beauty we all love to take,
The lives we all love to fake
The chronicles of a lost man in its present
Heaven is just a mile away
My heart can seize by a ring of a simple call
All I need is the key to paradise, don't we all? .
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