with violin in hand with
sand in your pocket
i go i step again
where will i find that
golden bird
I live I want to live
find the last treasure
to burn to burn
and darkness and darkness
never know
play a tune
one melody of the world
play the misty of mist
but fog and gloom
and not know darkness
13.12.18
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
with violin in hand with
sand in your pocket
i go i step again
where will i find that
golden bird
I live I want to live
find the last treasure
to burn to burn
and darkness and darkness
never know
play a tune
one melody of the world
play the misty of mist
but fog and gloom
and not know darkness
13.12.18
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