Come

Gazing at sky's I beg life with blood, with soul 
Longing for your come back, you're dreams of wind,  mountain of my thoughts,  open my doors in your heart clouds,  wake me up, blow on my sun hopes of lights, your tale arrival, so I can sit next to you quiet and calm,  just to be quietly rich by you, just to calmly live by you. 

 

Freedom ►

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