Now that the animals were gone
and I'm not sure where I belong
Maybe I think,
I might
be on my way to
love YOU.
But
and I'm not sure where I belong
Maybe I think,
I might
be on my way to
love YOU.
But
I don't want to be left in
places of despair.
Is it sylphs or gnomes playing? The groves of pines have throught them, brushing, shadows and lightest, breaths of musical rhythms
1 comment:
on the road, as usual
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