I hear this sigh
In a hidden garden
It is me
Holding a dream
Wishing drips onto the land
For we to me
Our source of passion
Hands merging into people
Somethings slip away
Yet the creation of the day
Is more creation
Walking on air with
The beauty of calm.
In a hidden garden
It is me
Holding a dream
Wishing drips onto the land
For we to me
Our source of passion
Hands merging into people
Somethings slip away
Yet the creation of the day
Is more creation
Walking on air with
The beauty of calm.
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