Lost in Orange | Page 7

The
 song
 in
 my
 heart
 loves
 nothing
 more

Than
 to
 be
 set
 free

So
 that
 it
 can
 sing
 with
 the
 strength

Of
 an
 opera

But
 the
 gentleness
 of
 a
 mother

And
 there
 in
 the
 world
 it
 will
 ring

And
 remain

And
 find
 its
 place

Among
 the
 stars

And
 within
 the
 hearts

Of
 this
 barren
 land

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