Below the sky, lost children find their way. Weaving through life's highway through joy, through pain. When summer has gone darkness can swallow you. And happy times once new. Will fade to grey. Yet, if my dreams were to all burn today. I wouldn't run away, call me a fool. For I believe. And if I never see. If it's denied to me, quite lost I'd say.

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