Bridge's Garden
Seven sneezes in a row A cold touch burns my soul.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
I am ready to go
Heart, point me out the direction
I will follow, I will follow
Mind, firm as the hardest rock
I am ready to go
Wind, coming across the sea
About to blow, about to blow
Sail, spreading in the full
I am ready to go
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