Romming through the woods
I could hear a faint call
The call of the beloved
the logs broken decays
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In the melody of my heart
There is someone
In the valley of my dreams
I am swaying for him
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Wandering through my thoughts
In the midist of my long life's journey
I met her for the very first time
With a child in her arms
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Flying days has the power
Of forgetting memories..........
Memories of past........... even
Good or bad conveys me
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As a rover over there
Spread a wide ocean before
Dare to rover alone
As night soon approach
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Everything is back again
Back again with full spirit
Now you could see a smile
A smile with hidden notion
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Do what you could do......
Say what is right to say......
Listen to all you can hear....
And filter all that is needed...! ! !
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