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Jan 2018
Sometimes I try too hard,
Sometimes I get confused,
But I pack my bags and I hit the road,
Im a bird with leather shoes.

Well I know my magic spells
And the cards they tell me well,
They tell me I'll have wings to fly
On the winds that I do find.

These birds will know my name,
As my wanderlust remains,
I follow crows as they do know
Where treasures lie and wait

These roads are very long
And the rivers are so wide
But ill cross them too and ill see you
in the moments i pass on by

so if you miss me while im gone
Remember this old song
Look towards the moon im looking
too
My light it will find you
Paul Donnell
Written by
Paul Donnell  Augusta Ga
(Augusta Ga)   
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