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At night she comes into my arms and sheds the world of all it's harm, I know now she was always meant to stay. But callous is the world at large, I need to yet encourage her, I sense her insecurities at play. and mischievous as she may be, I love it when her mind is free, she puts us in our place and there we stay. In all our glory and our shame she doesn't feel the need for fame, she just wants to express it in her way. And listening to her fondest dreams, I know that life's not what it seems, the shadows of my darkness made to flee. And by and by the time will pass, we look through this lucid glass, we hold before our eyes that we may see, and love denies the still despair, that beckons throughout all affairs, it only strengthens us when we're in need. Of tenderness and music fair, reminding us that we must care, and life moves on with no control of speed. And listening to her fondest dreams, I know that life's not what it seems, the shadows of my darkness made to flee. And joy is what she subtly brings, we know that life is full of things, she points them out and makes me see so clear. The garden of our love is frail, we must work hard that it not fail, a great deal of the strength is in our fears. Letras de cancionesBut they're like clouds that fade away, then shape themselves another day, and sometimes rain disguised as tears, that fall into our heart's desire, to live and love we must aspire, for life becomes what we make it appear From Letras Mania