We will meet on the hill
Sit beside the stream.. lite the Magic
in the winter sun
Grazing the sky till it turns green…
And we will chase the rabbit on a airplane
will take the bus………
And sing our way to the garden
Garden filled with flowers……….
Pick a flower put it by the ear
Hear what the heart says
Looking for those lost years
Away from the fears
Away from the grays
Lite the Magic…and dance…….
By the night we talk to the stars…..
Ask what have they done to the wishes we made….
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 6:19 AM UTC
We will meet on the hill
Sit beside the stream.. lite the Magic
in the winter sun
Grazing the sky till it turns green…
And we will chase the rabbit on a airplane
will take the bus………
And sing our way to the garden
Garden filled with flowers……….
Pick a flower put it by the ear
Hear what the heart says
Looking for those lost years
Away from the fears
Away from the grays
Lite the Magic…and dance…….
By the night we talk to the stars…..
Ask what have they done to the wishes we made….
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