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Awakening The Senses

Coming to my senses
I see the lovely being of space and time!
Beautiful the whole and each inner individual design!

I hear the breathtaking echo of song!
Billions of bells ringing sound truth!

I feel the shifting sway
cosmic vibrations
true selves emerging
releasing themselves
to the beat of a new dance!

See the many Sentient compassionate pillars
revolving towers of consciousness
daily lighting anew
Steady waves of illumination cast upon the earth!

I taste the full flavor of the air and every
mouth through which it has passed!

I smell home cooked redolence!
the world a wide oven of open arm
ardent embrace!
I Taste the age old recipe passed down
shared and spread
conscious manna delivered fresh
from the celestial kitchen!

I feel the shared recognition
unifying presence
see the common dawn of the divine ideal!

I see and feel the love exchanged
via internet connections
kindred spirits all corners of the globe!
I see it too everyday in the smallest transactions
waiting in line at the corner convenience store!

I see the discovery of resplendent new senses!
Far advanced beyond any modern body of perception!

I see a future great with promise!
Beyond convention superstition
past calendars and presuppositions!

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Senses Working Overtime

Hey, hey,
The clouds are whey.
Theres straw for the donkeys,
And the innocents can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
My, my,
Sun is pie.
Theres fodder for the cannons,
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
And all the world is football-shaped
Its just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure
And the church bells softly chime.
Hey hey,
Night fights day.
Theres food for the thinkers,
And the innocents can all live slowly,
All live slowly.
My, my,
The sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty,
And the guilty ones can all die slowly ,
All die slowly.
And all the world is biscuit-shaped,
Its just for me to feed my face,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference,
tween a lemon and a lime,
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime,
And birds might fall from black skies,
And bullies might give you black eyes,
But to me its very, very beautiful
(englands glory!)
Beautiful
(a striking beauty!)
And all the world is football-shaped,
Its just for me to kick in space,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference
tween the goods and grime
Turds and treasure
And theres one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime.

song performed by by Xtc
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Senses Working Overtime

song performed by by Xtc
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Wasting Company Time

Chasing to taste love from someone,
Will not be done by me.
Bar stools are full with those in flirtation mode,
Especially after a hard day of pushing papers...
From one file to another!
And wasting company time planning company events,
To get employees together...
To discuss what they dislike about their jobs!
It's all part of the alcoholic moments,
Shared by some bartender dependable to keep secrets.
And then the presence of fresh meat enters!
A drink is passed!
A nod is shared.
Numbers are exchanged.
And an arrangement is made,
To deceive someone unaware a chase was done!
In fun to pleasure.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wish it is Funny

funny thing, i can still feel the touch of the scattered petals, white roses with red ones
funny thing, i can still hear the coo of the turle doves freed, flying high
funny thing, i can still see the golden sun slowly sinks under wide ocean
funny thing, i can still taste the sweet yet semi dry wine, passionately aromatic
funny thing, i can still smell your citrus-minty scent, soothing my senses
funny yet unfair
everything i feel, hear, see, taste, smell accompanies YOU
everything i feel, hear, see, taste, smell symbolizes you
everything that i feel, hear, see, taste, smell is not funny at all
it is bringing me black smoky background
it is bringing me delusions and hallucinations
it is bringing me confusion
funny but wish it is fair
dainty as the roses
free as the turtledoves flying nowhere
golden as the sun collided under the wide ocean
passionate as the wine
citrus-minty as your scent
wish it is
funny

poem by Shelomith Noarbe
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Sense Working Overtime

HH
H
HHHH ey hey, the clouds are whey, there's straw for the donkeys
H H and the innocents can all sleep safely all sleep
H H safely. my, my sun is pie there's fodder for the
HH cannons and the guilty ones can all sleep safely
all sleep safely. and all the world is football shaped, it's
just for me to kick in space and I can see, hear, smell, touch,
taste - and I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working
overtime trying to take this all in, I've got one, two, three,
four, five senses working overtime trying to taste the difference
'tween the lemons and limes the pain and the pleasure and
the church bells softly chime.. . .
hey hey, night fights day, there's food for the thinkers and the
innocents can all live slowly all live slowly my, my the
sky will cry jewels for the thirsty and the guilty one's can
all die slowly all die slowly. and all the world is
biscuit - shaped, it's just for me to feed my face and I can
see,hear, smell, touch, taste- and I've got one, two,three, four,
five sense working overtime trying to take this all in, I've got
one, two, three, four, five senses working overtime trying to taste
the difference 'tween the lemons and limes the pain and the
pleasure and the church bells softly chime.. . .
and birds might fall from black skies and bullies might give
you black eyes and busses might skid on black ice but
to me it's very very beautiful (england's glory!) beautiful
(a striking beauty!) and all the world is football - shaped,
it's just for me to kick in space and I can see, hear, smell,
touch, taste - and I've got one, two, three, four, five senses
working overtime trying to take this all in,I've got one,two,three,
four, five senses working overtime try to tell the difference
'tween the goods and crimes, dirt or treasure and there's
one, two, three, four,five senses working overtime trying to take
this all in, I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working
overtime trying to taste the difference 'tween the lemons and limes
the pain and the pleasure and the church bells softly chime.. .
andy-lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar. colin-fretless bass
backing vocals. dave - electric 12-string guitar, percussion ----
terry - drums, drum synthesizer composed by a. partridge

song performed by by Xtc
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Wide Open Space

I wonder if after all this time
You think of me.
Do you ever miss my company?
You never could doubt about
The way that I feel.
Tell me: dyou feel it too?
Its funny how after all this time
Youre all I see.
I wonder if you still keep your key.
And now that youre gone
Theres nothing left for me here,
Just a wide open space.
And I cant forget that smile on your face.
Theres a wide open space,
And noone else can stand in your place.
Theres a wide open space here in my heart.
Its funny how all at once
The world can turn around,
Taking you up to bring you down.
And suddenly life has passed me by
And Im left with a wide open space.
You know I cant forget that smile...
... wide open space here in my heart.
I couldnt believe it when I thought
I heard you say
Youd never be coming back this way.
And since youve been gone
Theres been no love for my heart,
No, not a trace.
And I cant forget that smile...
... wide open space here in my heart.

song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Sexual game is all giving

I see her beauty, hear her sigh,
Smell her sweats, taste her mouth
And feel the insertion.
Where else, other than in sexual act,
Can I feed my five senses
Equally, all at a time?
06.12.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Self's Solitray Cell - Not Life Sentencing

Foolish of me Dear Sister
from my life I feel
I nearly let your presence pass
Though one day we must let go
from all we embrace in this life
forever loving while remaining unattached

Dear brother I feel I let you down
those times I often ran my mouth
allowing ego to dictate half of
what I say and write
Please believe this phase I've passed
my words still playing catch up
with my life's current act
For creative emotive spark
so often I've dipped into
the dark dissonant ink well of my past.

The need to mature beyond mere words
and self perception manipulation
In order for the umbilical chord of
true growth to take hold
feed manna nourishment to the soul
of the ego must let go
Must not allow mind to falter under
all the hard bound volumes of faulty imaginings
never lose the sense of one toiling
distinction's day to day material assembly line
nasty habits will die with effort applied
sentences habitually begun with I
I me my mine
cancerous self generated
mutative pronouns
eating away at the healthy body of mind

I have visions of daily births
sin's syringe puncturing pure skin
toxic individual
identification inoculation
keeping the cosmos regenerative
life force chained to the earth

luckily the tangible escape route has been laid out before us
knowing the solitary cell of self not to be life sentencing

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Quiero Tu Manos Por Todo Mi Cuerpo

If I could just touch you
Maybe I could breathe
But, because I can't touch you
It's like I can't speak, walk, or see

A look in your eyes-
One like NEVER before
It seems to just haunt me
Until I'm left screaming for more

If only I could feel you
For at least just a moment
Just one touch, one taste-
And, I'd make it mine and just own it

I promise one touch
Is all that I need
I'll then live off of the memory
Of that one touch-I plead...

But, if I do feel you,
I may crumble to the floor
I may extend a hand
And, beg for one more...

It is you that I long for,
As I desperately try to gasp for a breath...
And, I just need to feel YOU...
I now mourn your absence like a death!

And, while they try to bury you
Paralyzed-I fall to the ground!
I try to stand up, I open my mouth,
But, to no surprise-I can't make a sound!

But, I know that you feel it
No words were ever needed...
The memories they haunt me,
Like a button that's stuck, or a show that's repeated-

I can see you and hear you,
I feel the energy lighting the room
The darkness, the light,
A black rose in full bloom

I can practically taste you
It's the Laws of Nature we can't defy
You can't prevent it from happening
It's something that you just can't deny...

I know that you feel me
As I course through your veins
I could be the perfect drug
As I surrender-you hold the reigns!

It's a lust, and a longing
It's DEVOURING need..
It's obsession-I crave you
And, now you feel it, indeed!

So I reach out a hand,
You must embrace this fate
The air, it is thick
And, it IS getting late!

So walk with me,
If only one time...
Because you DO feel my desire...
Yes, we've cross that line.

poem by Nicole Settimi
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Music, Dancing & Passion

Come dance and feel the music flow through you.
It caresses you and heightens your senses.
The sensual moves touch your soul.

How exciting is this dance of passion?
Feel the tingle in your body,
it's the music making love to your senses.

Your breath becomes rapid,
your body moves faster to the beat
and your heart starts pounding in your chest.

The dance is like a great lover,
it knows how to touch you,
and it knows what your soul needs.

Come dance and feel the music,
let the music flow through you.

Come dance and let the music ignite your passion.

poem by Contessa van den Berg
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Ask For More

I feel you
I hold you
I taste you
As you travel
Deep into my senses
So refreshing
Soon you will open up the door
Feel my eternal love
So pour yourself right into me
Too much is never enough
I love love
You need love
Dont be afraid
Just ask for more
I need love
You have love
Dont be afraid
Just ask for more
Come feel love
Come taste love
Just ask for more
Give the love a chance to speak to you
And its voice will bring passion
As I taste it
In your silence
I feel the love
When were having fun
So pour yourself right into me
Too much is never enough
I love love
You need love
Dont be afraid
Just ask for more
I need love
You have love
Dont be afraid
Just ask for more
You deserve love
Touch this love
Dont be afraid
Just ask for more
Come feel love
Come taste love
Just ask for more

song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Freedom Song

I sing for Freedom, from now on
I touch,
I see,
I hear,
I breathe,
I taste

“Freedom Freedom”

The sea and her waves sing “Freedom Freedom”
The ebb and the flow take me by the hand and dance once and again,
Rise and fall,
Up and down
That’s the rhythm of life
That's the rhythm of our dance too
To the rhythm of the Freedom Song they feel good,
I feel nice, I feel free
The tune was made by birds
Do,
Re,
Mi,
Fa,
Sol,
La,
Si
They compose
The Azure makes the song more and more splendid
The Great Smoky Mountains sings too Freedom Freedom
The sunbeam increases the song rhythm
The soft breeze makes the leaves clap,
Unconsciously my body keeps shivering
All flowers smile and sway on the rhythm of the Freedom Song
Freedom Freedom that’s all I feel,
That’s all they say, that’s all they sing and tune
What great moments! ! !

***Freedom Forever & Ever

{July 04,2009}

poem by Glamorous Enigma
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Eight senses

(poetry in progress)

the world starts out
with a consciousness
half a consciousness
then one consciousness
then they morph with one sense,
ask the mountain
they stand and stand until the
volcanoes start to throw them out

then two senses, ask the trees
and the shrubs criss crossing
with your paths in the field
they stand and stand, take
the sunshine and make green
a colour for continuous evolution
their only shortcoming is their
two sense world, they stand and stand
a state of being, a state of living
and that's all

the three senses, the four senses
and the five senses, the human beings
they cry to God to let them
have eternal life
but what ever that's for
without the sixth, seventh, or eight sense
unveiled to them

sixth, the sense to connect the past
with the future
the seventh, the sense to connect
the future with the million of consciousness
clarmouring for the eight senses
to be with the ultimate, the Om,
the Divine where all senses
come together with one Supreme
consciousnes, amalgamation of
senses where knowledge springs forth

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Beauty Is In The Eyes Of The Beholder

You can see it and hear it, it's a sensual taste,
Yes It is truly a gift to behold,
You can touch it or smell it on our senses it's based,
Aesthetically it begins to unfold.

So what is beauty how is it defined?
Is there a right or a wrong?
What is beautiful to someone who's blind?
To who or what does it really belong?

It can be hearing a song or a voice you love,
Which proves it doesn't need to be seen,
Thinking of the joys of Heaven above,
What you love someone else will demean.

Meeting your partner for the very first time,
Seeing your first child come alive,
Touching the peaks of those mountains you climb,
Feeling pride as your offspring thrive.

I can smell beauty in flowers and trees,
Others see it glisten in the skies,
A joy to behold is the taste of the seas,
To all of our senses it applies.

There is so much diversity in that very word,
Yet it's individual to one and all,
That's why this subject is going to be blurred,
What you love to some will appal.

Beauty is something we all seek in life,
Look, it stares us all in the face
It's a word that can cause such terrible strife,
Yet it's something we all love to embrace.

You don't need to search for it's all around,
We encounter it day in and day out,
By respecting all life it can be found,
It's a gift we are never without.

What you think is beautiful others may hate,
So don't force your opinion on another,
Some things will lift you while others deflate,
What you love to some may well smother.

Don't be self-righteous step down from your perch,
It's much deeper than the depth of our skin,
What you can't see is where you must search,
True beauty always comes from within.

It can't be taught nor can it be bought,
You'll not find it in a book or a folder,
The meaning of that word that you have sought,

‘' Beauty Is In The Eyes Of The Beholder ‘'

poem by Bri Mar
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The Recipe In Her Kitchen

she had the keys to motherhood
four times she used them for her own...
and the circles she gave a start
now ripple concentric waves
into lives she will never know

she cooked her recipe
with simple love
just the basic ingredients - well spiced with humor
and a code of behavior
covering all situations with the grace
only those who give wisdom it's awesome scope
can define

I loved her
she was me aunt - my mentor
my scale for a constant conscience

those noisy kitchen table talks
sunsets over the ocean we both loved to watch
and all such like things
so easliy shared...

I feel so empty
now that she is gone

but the recipe-
the recipe....is still cooking

poem by Judy Sheffield
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Heaven is a space in the heart

He could see

He could sense

He could desire

Compassion.

He came for love

Finding those deserving-

tell me, why does an angel suffer?

Was God really too high above?

With the stomach of immortalism, the Supreme intellect precedes action

'Cowards die a thousand deaths but the valiant taste of death, but once'- Shakespeare.

That human senses

Is what the enemy wants

Without the reign of will.

Many having seen the night

That they have seen

Could do with some superhuman, Kryptonite.

May God take back the senses

Nothing rightly leftover

Sight, sound, taste, smell and taste

And else worthy, of his sense.

Heaven is a space in the heart.

poem by Kamini Arichandran
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Ooh Aah

Hey baby.I know you want me.
Whether it's wrong or right.
I wanna be with you tonight.
So get your things and let's go.
Let's get outta here.

How you doing baby?
You looking good.
And if you could stay with me.
Oh girl.I know you would.Yeah.
I haven't seen you.
In a long time.
But the love you gave to me.
Is constantly on my mind.

Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh

There's nothing wrong.
With the way I feel.
Because your loving.
Oh girl.It gives me chills.Mmm Hmm.
You wouldn't be smiling.
If I was wrong.
So bring your loving.
To me all night long.

I like it when you moan
You say....

Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh

Wanna love it.
Wanna touch it.
Let me lay your body down.
Wanna feel it.
Wanna taste it.
Let me hear you make a sound.
Wanna love it.
Wanna touch it.
Let me lay your body down.
Wanna feel it.
Wanna taste it.
Let me here you make a sound.
(You know I want it)

Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)

song performed by by Avant from My Thoughts
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The Bells Are Ringing

The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (they travel great distances to the sound)
They are persuaded by the music of the bells
Theyre not responsible for anything they do
(no) the people know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound
The bells are ringing
And everyones walking
With arms extended in a trance
Forgetting their washing
Neglecting the children
Theyre dropping all businesses at hand
A voice is telling them to act a different way
They tilt their heads so they wont miss what it will say
(no) and when its so
(no) theres this to know
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound
They are persuaded by the music of the bells
Theyre not responsible for anything they do
(no) the people know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
A girl with cotton in her ears
Is shielded from the bells effect
As if by hidden signal
The people turn to face her
One thousand eyes are staring
They pull away her earplugs
The bells are pealing
And theyre revealing
The simple key to happiness
It isnt evil
It isnt good
Its only what the people miss
The bells explain what theyve been lacking all along
They were disorganized and that was what was wrong
(no) and now they know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
The bells are ringing (bringing the people round)
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
The bells are ringing (bringing the people round)
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (they travel great distances to the sound)

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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We Are Alive

I can feel the air around me,
I can see the people laughing and singing,
I can be the spirit in the trees,
I can fly with the birds in the sky.
I can believe what I want to belive.
I can say and do what I want.
I can be who I want to be,
I can follow my dreams.
I can taste the life within me,
I can smell the sweet breath of my soul,
I can be with the people before me,
I can think of those to come.
I can see through the eyes of others,
I can put myself in their shoes.
I can feel everything around me,
I can see the people laughing,
I can hear the sobs of an infant,
I can taste the love of a mother.
I can see the lives of others,
I can imagine what they are thinking,
I can guess what they are like.
I can see the colors in the wind,
I can hear the breath of god whispering his knowlage,
I can taste the strength he gave me,
I can feel the life in my veins.
I can stand here and think of all these things,
I can watch the day fall into night,
I can wait for what tomorrow will bring to me.
I can carry the word of god to others,
I can show them the light of hope.
I can show people the truth,
I can bring you the message of life,
I can bring you the knowlage of faith.
I can run through the prairies and forest,
I can touch everything around me.
I can hear my heartbeat in my ears,
I can feel the passing spirits,
I can smell the warmth of the Earth,
I can feel the live with in me.
I can tell you you can too,
I can show you the way to be free,
I can bring you to know your mother, Earth.
I can try my hardest to show you,
I can hope you'll understand,
Yet I know
It's up to you to welcome this power,
I know you can, just like
I can.
We are one with eachother,
We are one with the Earth,
She is our mother,
We are alive.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Face The Wind

Face the wind
Feel the pressure
It blows me away
It rushes past to God knows where
When I turn my self to stand in its path
Feel it Almost like
Radiant fingers Invigorating
Strokes energy through my flowing hair
Filling with joy my heart
Soul overflows with passion I feel
I hear nothing but the wind
It is everything in my ears
And when I finally speak
Words leave my mouth
And all leave presence
As wind captures them and
Steals them from the listening
To hoard them in its vast secret place
Far away beyond most imagination
Feel the wind
Speak into it your secrets
Taste, Smell its messages
Hear voices it carries
From animals and trees and
Storms and lovers
See it, watch its patterns
Where it comes from and goes to
Look at its journey, its traveling
But can’t
You can’t see it
But you can feel it
Somewhere it is deep
And its colours would be beautiful
Face the wind
Full-force you feel it and
It blows you away
Feel its soothing power
Breathe in life
Feel
Face the wind.

poem by Zoe MacRae
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Wish it is Funny

Sense Working Overtime

Wide Open Space

Sexual game is all giving

Self's Solitray Cell - Not Life Sentencing

Quiero Tu Manos Por Todo Mi Cuerpo

Music, Dancing & Passion

Ask For More

Freedom Song

Eight senses

Beauty Is In The Eyes Of The Beholder

The Recipe In Her Kitchen

Heaven is a space in the heart

Ooh Aah

The Bells Are Ringing

We Are Alive

Face The Wind

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