Past Life
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the rays painted by the setting sun.
But it could never compare to the beauty you hold.
You must had been an angel at some point in time.
For I can see heaven in your eyes
By
Dwayne
Clark
© All Rights Reserved
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the rays painted by the setting sun.
But it could never compare to the beauty you hold.
You must had been an angel at some point in time.
For I can see heaven in your eyes
By
Dwayne
Clark
© All Rights Reserved
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