the leaves are burning in the sunshine of this freedom
i'm all alone with the wind
it's a new beginning tomorrow
there's love to be found and songs to be written
this is good mountain soil, friendship will grow here
Saturday, June 20, 2009
time travel
flying through space
i'm a buzzing b
i'm going back in time
the womb was dark
all the years are at my fingertips
i don't miss them
i'm a buzzing b
i'm going back in time
the womb was dark
all the years are at my fingertips
i don't miss them
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