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Jan 2018
Voices, colors,
I mean the birds
I mean the rainbow
Those are what fills our morning

That child, leaf and that sunflower
Don't you see them bloom?
Feel it, I guess you won't forget

There's no blue without the tears
There's no smile without the sparks
I hope you can feel it
How bright this life

I hope you sit under the pale night
Until you see every spark of the sky
Until you see them bloom,
Yes, flower..
Our Stars won't ever lie to us
I bloom, you bloom, our wings
Sparkling
Proud of what we are
Written by
Dhia Nada  Bali
(Bali)   
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