He walks as if the puffy clouds
carry him and all his doubts
but what he desires more than anything
Is a heart for him to sing...
a song of smiles and warm embrace
A real home
that's not
a place
He walks as if the puffy clouds
carry him and all his doubts
but what he desires more than anything
Is a heart for him to sing...
a song of smiles and warm embrace
A real home
that's not
a place
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