Monday, April 13, 2009
Aliens and children are waiting underground.Lying on the table behind the king's crown.Voices trail down slowly from above.Believe in miracles sweet child of love.Tell me starseed what do you believe.Secrets kept from you, let your mind come clean.Let your heart rest now and let this ghost be seen.Thes voices trail down slowly from above.Believe in miracles sweet child of love.Chatter in the hallways.Creeping from the walls.Secrets kept from you,what do you believe.feel this night around you.Let this ghost be seen.
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