Under the emerald sky these eyes roam lavish dreams spread wings the beams that light life under passionate fires once more it seems to ignite.



Meander through the mazes through the ages the symphony of life carries on. From mother to child, the wisdom ferries on. To have and to hold, to live till age gold, while tomorrow is never sold, never told. Meander through the ages old. Never the one story told.

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