I have pain inside.
I give it to the arts.
Make beauty of it,
visually, dynamically, melodiously.
While I search for myself.
Mirrored in the East
sent home by the West.
United by South and North
My problems are immensely deep and wounded
yet I fly so high
in every smile I see there's Lula's sunrise
I give it to the arts.
Make beauty of it,
visually, dynamically, melodiously.
While I search for myself.
Mirrored in the East
sent home by the West.
United by South and North
My problems are immensely deep and wounded
yet I fly so high
in every smile I see there's Lula's sunrise
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Vanhimmat
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