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Beyond Life's Sealed Abode

Morbus Chron

There's a hole in heaven's floor
It is visible from this summit
Beyond life's sealed abode
Lie the thriving fields I covet

How could anyone know true beauty,
When this sight is only mine?
And how could anyone go astern,
Having seen creation's unrivaled prime?

I assemble my body
I focus my mind
To take the final step
And leave everything behind

Composição: Robert Andersson





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