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.
- Fake Wings
fake wings
Posted by Roger A. Tetrahart at 22:27
02 April 2005
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