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Jan 2018
Sand and stone under my feet
Walk slow nothing to reach
Paint the scenery with my eyes
All my favourite shades and colours I like

Don’t look too close
Don’t look to close
I don’t want to see
What I’ve been hiding
I had a plan
I had a plan
What’s this place?
Nothing is as it seems

So I tell the stones
All of the things that I can’t show
I’ve lost my way
No one can know
Guide my feet
it’s been a long time for me
The words ******* set free
As I converse with the earth below my feet

Seems the grass is always greener
Will I ever stop my dreaming
He offers me almost everything
Why thens my heart always bleeding?

Show me the way
My fickle heart and brain
Show me the way
Out of this
Tied down where are my wings
Words need saying will you listen in?

As I Tell the stones
A song I wrote feeling a lost on a Sunday night
Wind Lass
Written by
Wind Lass  26/F/Melbourne, Aus.
(26/F/Melbourne, Aus.)   
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       Lior Gavra, --- and Wind Lass
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