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Jan 2018
Would you come with me
Riding across the jungle of our myths
From the deepest of our souls
To the wild and unreached grounds

You were scratching for freedom
Overlooking our supreme wisdom
Past the steepness of our efforts
Is this finally our landing port?

We fight and haunt our shadows
From the shores to the summits
Bits of our past reach the offing
To the wild and endless grounds

You were scratching for freedom
Overlooking our supreme wisdom
Past the steepness of our efforts
We finally hit our landing port
Written by
douglas
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   Lior Gavra
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