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we, our 5th element

 
we fade away and we shine back
we glow up in the sky and we suspire on the ground
we fade away
we fade away
and each of us is the shine taking the other back
each of us is the tender warmness embracing the other
and smiling out the poetic ecstasy of the soul
that poetry about tender words of love and joy
we fade away
we come toghether
and we shine
LET IT SHINE

Don't Fade Away  ==  Milla Jovovich

Hello sunshine
Please don't fade away
See our genius
Warp what we created

No, don't fade away

Stepping over
Shadows from your smile
Losing Myself
In these waves of light

No, don't fade away, No, don't fade away

See them washing
Hearts with teardrops
Bless these simple souls
Baby soldiers
Marching onward
Watch their hopeless eyes

No, don't fade away, No, don't fade away

Oh my, am I high
Is that a glow up in the sky
Oh my, am I high
Is that a glow up in the sky

Whitewashed liars
Stupid teachers
Blinded are these broken dreamers
Little rulers
Who will teach them time ... time

No, don't fade away, No, don't fade away
No, don't fade away

Oh my, am I high
Is that a glow up in the sky
Oh my, am I high
Is that a glow up in the sky



thank you my sunshine
for hearing my call
while you were fading away
for calling me
while I was fading away
thank you my 5th element
 
 

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