I have a new ray in my circle
created out of smiles
I have a cold head file of miracles
beyond houndred miles
Sparkles dancing in my eyes
filling my soul fast
Filling it with happiness
don´t even need no glass
Like a secret I will keep myself
letters bound in shapes
Shapes of tangled dancing tools
on bridges throwing shades
For a moment in the aftermath
becoming an animal
Traditions of northern folk
turn my dreams to wonderwal
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