// Click \\ _ _ _ _ _ The good man out of his good treasure sends out good things, ...

... whereas the wicked man out of his wicked treasure sends out wicked things.

As days go by these dreams mixed with an emotion an echo what we once were
some type of former reality
One that might not even be
the opening to the outside
A world strange and lonesome ride
and unusual glow
Of What we think we know inside
its never enough
Times for all is ruff
Picture perfect skies
Not more lies
We can survive
the things that we have inside our minds
will never let us go
Step to the beat
Beacuse I know you know

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