Climb upwards*
A twist in our life
I have received the mail
To foreclose on our affair eternal
A Love for heart, a broken heart
No wonder of this heart
But to fail Now would make me die
I must arise like the morning sun
Depart in evaporation of the dew in the green
I shall arise, I must arise
Bread is the yeast
The sun is the east
Arise*
Dom*Colucci 2011
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