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Answer Like No Others Promesses Smarty doggie Talking Head The Sheepard The story


What lies under the sun by a sunny day,
When silent wind slow down the heart of all soul,
Where do they goes all these stories that the light had taken from the day.

Story's that makes history are those in which you believe,
Faith's that light your way are those from which you found hope,
Promesses's that old-on are those that sleep under our memories.

What lies under the sun by a sunny day,
When silent wind slow down the heart of all soul,
Where do they goes all these dreams that the light had taken from the day.

Often in my dream I knew you
Often i my dream I ask for you
Even in my head I search the truth
Never in my soul I look for you

What lies under the sun by a sunny day,
When silent wind slow down the heart of all soul,
Where do they goes all these words that the light had taken from the day.

I promesse once and never remind it
Our promesse was not in words but in share
Word flew out my mind but i'm still agree
Sorry for the delay but i was staying back
Right where we first meet.

What lies under the sun by a sunny day,
When silent wind slow down the heart of all soul,
Where do goes all the light that had taken from the day.

As a gift your promesse is an evidence
And my faith is now ready to beleive
Hope was my gift reality is yours.

As i wrote those words
i try to remember those words
but these words like round pizza m'inspire.