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Monty Macalino, Martin Rebong
In your eyes,
I can, fly
Soon we'll see,
things we can't find.
It's just another day,
to see them go away,
to them that they may
always find their way.
I am alone again,
with no one to ammend,
on my knees, begging please,
come back home.
Through the door,
teardrops fall.
Wear me now,
Kingdom come.
