Bohemian runs to her castle
Full of flowers, sticks and stones
and tassels.
Blue-white springs on her right
And on her left-
the beautiful light of her future- her distant future.
Bohemian runs from her castle
The rooms are cold and the people
Build upon her hassles.
Will she know that-
those springs are on her right!
And on her left the beautiful, distant light of her future.
Lead on into the wild.
Won't you show me your deepest smile?
Fall away, fall away from the darkness.
It's okay, Bohemian.
Just smile.
Feathering away and spread your wings.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
Bohemian runs to her castle
Full of flowers, sticks and stones
and tassels.
Blue-white springs on her right
And on her left-
the beautiful light of her future- her distant future.
Bohemian runs from her castle
The rooms are cold and the people
Build upon her hassles.
Will she know that-
those springs are on her right!
And on her left the beautiful, distant light of her future.
Lead on into the wild.
Won't you show me your deepest smile?
Fall away, fall away from the darkness.
It's okay, Bohemian.
Just smile.
Feathering away and spread your wings.
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