Music the new church
Music is the new church
Preaches to the mind and soul
Happiness and bliss
People release their fear
I know, i feel it runnin
This is the new glory
This world is becoming one
On the dance floor
Or just at home vibeing
The rhythm feeds their brain
They start acting up
Like an indian summer breeze
Starting the order of love
The old world calls it wrong
I call it a form of pure evolution
It feels like it must be a revolution
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| Dwaallicht: | Dinsdag, maart 10, 2009 20:41 |
| Very nice! Liefs Dina |
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| vivika: | Dinsdag, maart 10, 2009 13:40 |
| Well done ...:) hugh |
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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