Running, Running forever more,
Running, Running thought that open door.
Gliding past the awed faces
journing tworde unknown places
soaring free, nothing can touch you,
mismerising souls, no need to subdoue.
raceing faster, then the wind soaring by,
cought in the tear drop of a young lovers eye.
Running, Running forever more,
Running, Running throught that open door.
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