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Walk with me, this path does lead us
Curved and twisted thru the fields
Tempting is the destination
And the secrets it may yield
Around the bend an entrance beckons
Long before the skies turn grey
Shrouded by the lost horizon
Wishing us to come and play
Golden grasses form the boundary
Step between the flowing lines
Quickly now the leaves are blowing
Listen as the wind it whines
Nestled in a frame like forest
Set amongst the view we see
Love awaits our storm chased folly
Calling out to you and me
Fade the darkness from your vision
Follow me to where I roam
Needless now to brave the weather
For we have found our way back home
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
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Walk with me, this path does lead us
Curved and twisted thru the fields
Tempting is the destination
And the secrets it may yield
Around the bend an entrance beckons
Long before the skies turn grey
Shrouded by the lost horizon
Wishing us to come and play
Golden grasses form the boundary
Step between the flowing lines
Quickly now the leaves are blowing
Listen as the wind it whines
Nestled in a frame like forest
Set amongst the view we see
Love awaits our storm chased folly
Calling out to you and me
Fade the darkness from your vision
Follow me to where I roam
Needless now to brave the weather
For we have found our way back home
