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Oct 2020
oh lord
everywhere
the wind blows
what
painted window
through
my heart goes
where
the
songbird
gather
her
vanilla white wings
to fly
asunder
unto
the
enchanted cherokee clouds
but
there is
no more room
left in paradise
Written by
Stu Harley
18
   Lida Dela
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