Mar 2014
Young hearts, open minds
Any mountain, we'd climb
Smooth words, true love
Maybe we were sent from above
Deep thoughts, guarded beliefs
We give no care that our life is brief
Any mountain, we'd climb
Smooth words, true love
Maybe we were sent from above
Deep thoughts, guarded beliefs
We give no care that our life is brief
(Where Is My Mind?)
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