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Cross the line of dirty minds |
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Walk through the flowers and colourful mountains |
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Where you sense the odour of the sky |
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Where you touch it with your fingers |
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Breathe in the air that the sky gives to you |
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Sense the smell of heavenly plants |
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In mountain's garden made for people like us |
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Where an artist creates his priceless pieces |
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It will sink into blackness, it will die |
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Take what life offers you today |
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For tomorrow it may not be here |
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Maybe only there we can find peace, prosperity |
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Towards the blue mountains |
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White like dew and blue like rain |
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Prosperity, the passage back to life |
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It's human hand...the kingdom before the lies |
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Take me, let me feel |
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When will the real kingdom come? |
