Mystic shadows in the trees,
Mystic voices everywhere…
I step outside of me and I see,
In my head a face always stares…
All I really want to know-Is it me or just a dream?
River growing from the stream,
stream is flowing from the cove…
Cove that climbs into the clouds,
clouds they’re spread out everywhere…
All I really want to do-is sit under a nice blue sky with you?
With you.
With you.
Thanks Jacob, great idea.
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