A wind-blown cloak with hat drawn down
nears gauntly, passes, and is gone;
a restless wanderer to whom
the road and wilderness are one.
A merging shade among the trees,
the one-eyed master of thin air
wears many masks and changing names,
and when you turn, he isn´t there.
I would like to use some of Michaela's lyrics for my Viking Band but would like permission to change the tune to fit the bands requirements.
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michaela
can we be friends
i saw ur profile on facebook
and i think u r doing wellur pieces are great,
take care and keep writng