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Blue is the sky,
in which the birds cry.
For all others,
they just sing and fly.

No future, no past,
the tempo would get too fast.
They sing and fly,
not afraid to eventually die.

Spreading love, spreading sounds,
how noble are they?
We have lost Our mission,
Love is the only way.





It is love what comes within a soul. Share, care, have no fear.

From above and from beneath,
there was light and there was heat.
Cleansed by the fire of two,
we have all been made into new.

But loosing the path on the way,
did not make anyone gay.
Search and be ready to seek,
cause this life is a preview sneak.

To search and to be found,
to release the wings off the ground.
To rise and to feel free,
it's the only way to truly see.

Kaku Ain wrote:From above and from beneath,
there was light and there was heat.
Cleansed by the fire of two,
we have all been made into new.

But loosing the path on the way,
did not make anyone gay.
Search and be ready to seek,
cause this life is a preview sneak.

To search and to be found,
to release the wings off the ground.
To rise and to feel free,
it's the only way to truly see.

wow, it sounds like a prophecy! o:

Under the rainbows,
where water meets light.
An army of Love goes,
to make the World right.