domingo, janeiro 08, 2006

"Think of me as a place"...

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There is this lake of a blue so strange
And northern pine trees of unreal green

There is a bird of prey high in the sky and the Sun
And there is a sweet and familiar smell all around

There is a soft and conforting whisper of a wind
And it is to me as if it could sing as if all of this was but a dream

There is a feeling of happiness rising in every tear I shed
And none is lost in that place where I can always find you

When you're not there...


June Christy - Willow Weep For Me - Sings the Standards

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