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By Cyan Date: 2002 Apr 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.15.22.08.14164]] |
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Come back to me, and don't walk-run, as a matter of fact-fly Remove from yourself the weight I placed on your shoulers and take flight Set your wings on high Soar through waiting wind and sail away I'll give a sign for your safe landing It will be me standing on a sturdy oak tree Come to me with the morning mist When the flowers bloom and the earth is kissed I am no longer the storm i was before I am now a safe haven of cool breezes Fly to me over snow-capped mountains Your lady love awaits you and she is ready |