Free to be alive

Free to be alive
Whistle a wind of mine
A Trip to her chest
With a summer rain

Born just to try
Survive for your day
Of Ancient Sight
Now lose a soft game

So grow your house
Created in cute sin
Shout, open'd mouth
Could you win it?

An old broken farm
In need of strong arm
To sue a red sky
On the skin of the monk

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