Bewitching allure
The call of a beckoning soul
The unstoppable itch
To tread paths leading nowhere
Into obscure mists
If only
You were the sky
And I, The bird that could soar
Just dreams....
But how we fight to hold on
And how we fight to let go!
The call of a beckoning soul
The unstoppable itch
To tread paths leading nowhere
Into obscure mists
If only
You were the sky
And I, The bird that could soar
Just dreams....
But how we fight to hold on
And how we fight to let go!
MS
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