The happiest times
Are when the heart sings a song
That was made for you
In the lyrics of my dreams
Intensity but it only seems
To draw in more and more of a mystery.
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Lost inside of a fairytale
PoetryLost inside of a fairytale Can't seem to find my way out of this maze My heart is beating fast Losing track of the mirror of my past reflection And the roses are no longer the same color of my red lips of blush But they have grown blue because...
The happiest times of my heart
The happiest times
Are when the heart sings a song
That was made for you
In the lyrics of my dreams
Intensity but it only seems
To draw in more and more of a mystery.