shine
bright morning light
now in the air
the spring
is coming
sweet
blowing wind
singing down
the hills and valleys
keep
your eyes on me
now we're on
the
edge of hell
dear my love,
sweet morning light
wait for me,
you've gone much farther,
too far.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
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