We will paint the light and shade colors and the trees,
We will climb the steepest hill believing what we sees
We will lay down on the ground beneath the old oak tree
We will sleep forever if you try to set us free
Sail on the wings of a cloud where to well nobody knows
And cry, cry if you want them to see, die every day to be free,
Be proud, to wear the colours that we call your own
Be loud, speak out when we want the world to know
Be strong, hold the flame for everyone to see
Be weak, if we want to love
We will paint the endless sea a mystery to us,
We will reach out for the sun not dreaming what we sees
We will fall down on his knees angel touching ground
Takes us to the other side sweet love is coming down.
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