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When Clamentine was a boy
He dreamt of a home abroad
Where he lived with the one he would come to know and love
And with all that he wants
Such as the trees and the greens and the things in his heart
All that he dreams about

Juryse held his hand and
Their broken pieces
Start to mend
While they walk the
Snow covered path
And they talk with no end
When suddenly the ground
Turned from snow to grass
And there they were at the place
Their home named Glove



Credits
Writer(s): Khairunzaman Kamarulzaman
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