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Search For Bliss
CW (8/16/1990 / Los Angeles)

Search For Bliss

Don't be afraid, take my hand,
We'll drift away to the farthest land,
Somewhere unexpected, filled with extravagance,
Roaming free we will be, no roadblocks or gated fence,
We'll reach the highest destiny,
Consumed with love enjoying the ecstasy,
Through the broken branches and the hollow trees we'll go,
Over misty waterfalls and the salty seas that flow,
Nobody will judge us
Nobody can bug us
Shooting past the shinning stars and the cool jeweled moon,
I can tell that our destination is arriving soon.

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