When the wind blows strong,
We keep moving on,
All our lives we try to conseal,
When mystery is our main appeal,
Look deep inside you,
Look at the great moon thats new,
We can move on,
All we are is god's pon,
In a small game of life,
Playing with a heart and a knife,
Its the survival of the fittest...
-XxSnowFoxKissesxX
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