Once upon a dream we wandered through the autumn tales. Followed by the wind and the smoky odor we finally reached the top of the mountain, covered up its secrets with haze and the green velvet of moss.
Dark Dakr Dark - Daydreaming
Think of a place I would go,
I’m daydreamin’,
Where the sycamore {wild heather grow} grow,
I’m daydreamin’,
And oh if you knew what it meant to me,
Where the air was so clear...
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