As the earth goes round as a carousel
and you find yourself sliding from one wave to the next;
the lumbering seesaw ride between valley and mountain.
May the playground of your dreams never dim
in the shadow of finite time.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 8:56 AM UTC
As the earth goes round as a carousel
and you find yourself sliding from one wave to the next;
the lumbering seesaw ride between valley and mountain.
May the playground of your dreams never dim
in the shadow of finite time.
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