Now it seems To appear to us Now we touch the ground Arriving in this promised land Where future meets the past Red flags and tainted dreams Little pale ladies in dolly white sheets Pagan words and rose coloured drinks Mechanical steam underneath If to choose we rather take two The chances are too less If we turn to see And once we pick a smile Our lifetime has achived to touch a human heart For once we turn to see By chance we pick a smile One word - One touch of hand One single reason why
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