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There's a planet of the wind

They opend up a land
A country of mystic
Do you fall back into plesure
once again?

There’s a planet of the wind
Conceald in the obscure
A hand so warm caresses
you fall in place if you are dogged

lumberer
of the woods
choping tree for hours
he woudn’t stop from his job
He jack the tree like fire

it lays there in your pencil
you flow and stay
look up
fountain by a rythm
Splitted with an axe that's merely yours

your cover is a moon
to devide you from the sunlight
u wouldn’t want to stay
in the everdance of castles
you have a spell
litted…shaded.. growing
into wisdom

from the planet of the wind
Conceald in the obscure
take my body now
you breath your soul
I make you young
and warily wild

all you red
all you seen
printed in your head
everdance with me baby
I will not let you down again

So push on trough to the other side
outrage is so rearly
come on man let it weep
rearly but necisserly
put you freakflag way up high and plant it on the moon

the sun will shine once again
now u didn’t fall into plesure land
you found a fountain elated from within
wave after wave
wave after wave




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Publicerad 2021-12-23 14:55



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