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perpetual light shines from yellow lanterns along the medieval street where cobbled stones reflect the yellow warmth shining on me, as eye in eye does meet. drops of rain in evening winds, warmth and cool does meet still green trees and lonely houses cars behind me, sailing ship in the dock. odd notes' on the radio, Gerschwin and the jazz multitudes of orchestral colours carries up the soul new paths, strange and friendly waves I'm mixing heaven's blessing with my worldly eye religion has my world, the world has my religion | ||||||||||||||
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