To the author of this dream
To the maker of these wings I will fly with tonight
Words fail to touch my thanks
They hold no weight and leave us cold
You told me to sing so here's my song
To the maker of these wings I will fly with tonight
Words fail to touch my thanks
They hold no weight and leave us cold
You told me to sing so here's my song
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