There's a sign on the wall, But she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook. There's a songbird who sings. Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get. When I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen
“Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young, In a world of magnets and miracles. Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary, The ringing of the division bell had begun.”
“ Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway, Do they still meet there by the Cut? There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps. Running before times took our dreams away. Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground. To a life consumed by slow decay.”
“ The grass was greener. The light was brighter. When friends surrounded. The nights of wonder. ”
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts