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New Life
Buildings of crystals,
Streets pave of gold.
Nothing there,
Ever grows old.
Rains of colors. Colors so new.
Who would believe, a beauty so true.
But, I believe in miracles.
I know they're true.
I...
Streets pave of gold.
Nothing there,
Ever grows old.
Rains of colors. Colors so new.
Who would believe, a beauty so true.
But, I believe in miracles.
I know they're true.
I...
