The Perfect City
I‘ve heard of a city,
Where there is no hatred
Where there is nothing but happiness
There's no death
There's no Asthma
There's no bullying
And
There’s no such thing as HURT
Where there is no such thing as pain
I,ve heard of a city with perfect weather
There are no stormy days
only sunny days
I've heard of a city that is beautiful then ever
There are flowers all around
I've heard of a city where you actually fit in
there's no such thing as not perfect
theres no such thing as wrong
I've heard of a city that is close enough to touch
But...
I've heard of a city that is to far away to see
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