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Dec 2016
Life is a paradox,
a sweet disposition.

There's a sanctuary of sweet scented sorrows,
flowering vines and blowing chimes and soft symphonic tunes.

There's a wild radius of plants, some of which rarely seen,
he shows you around his paradise with eyes that only gleam.

It's a place full of life because a man lost his wife.
The air is cold but the sun warms my back. It warms his, too.
Written by
     Roar, ---, Arthur Vaso and Rickie Louis
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