When open doors wont let you through,
And everything is lost,
Slowly we are dying,
Like flowers in a frost,
But still the sun shines
Through hazy clouds of grey,
Looks like heaven to me.
Would you throw this all away?
When open doors wont let you through, And everything is lost, Slowly we are dying, Like flowers in a frost, But still the sun shines Through hazy clouds of grey, Looks like heaven to me. Would you throw this all away? |
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Suggest a full-stop: "Looks like heaven to me."
Allows reader to take more time of important last line.
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