Malham.

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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