Think of a world short of pain. Laughter, joy, playfulness is all that rains. Tears of sorrows cease to exist, Love is all that persists. A world where wealth is measured with flowers, And gardens with gardens are ours. A world where the smile of babies outshines the tears of the poor, In fact, the tears of the poor are like a castle with no door. Now this is a world of perfection, That's the reflection of your sensation. Chorus: My lady, you are a world so bright, Where flowers bloom and wrong feels right. Where love is warm and days feel new, My lady, all beauty begins with you. Now consider a heaven with no angel, Echoes of ghouls are a ringing bell. A night of darkness and no stars, Emptiness has no par. The sun is of unconditional tardiness, And the moon of exceptional loneliness. The warmth of light is due. My lady, that's a world without you. Chorus: My lady, that’s a world without you, A sky with no sun breaking through. A night with no stars left in view, My lady, that’s a world without you.
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