Everything is safely stored in the Archives
What looks like a cloud to one person is a chance to sell umbrellas to the next.
I dropped down and I called out to heaven: ‘Send me someone to love.’ Heaven shot back: ‘You get the love that you allow.’ And everything is different now
...'cause you dance in my head,
in my heart,
in my everything
you belong
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