If you gave me your love i would be working one hundred percent
Who woud deny a child of god together with the crust of bread
But what would this new world do, would the skyes be bluer
The sofas more comfortable and our towns and cityes shine brighter
to shine in every darkness
All would be utopia, with avine growing on it and the heavens rejoyce, the redemption
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