The secret valley
Build me a heaven in hell's despair
The wild winds weep and strike the ear of night.
The clear windows of morning, turn.
Clouds vanish into darkness.
The piper at the gates dawn, sing me a happy tune.
Walk among the ancient trees,
all dressed in springs new clothes.
Let the wind kiss the secret valley,
in the evening dew.
Earth return, awake in all it's glory ,
and blind me with light.
J.S.
The wild winds weep and strike the ear of night.
The clear windows of morning, turn.
Clouds vanish into darkness.
The piper at the gates dawn, sing me a happy tune.
Walk among the ancient trees,
all dressed in springs new clothes.
Let the wind kiss the secret valley,
in the evening dew.
Earth return, awake in all it's glory ,
and blind me with light.
J.S.
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| Auteur: cosmicdoom | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 februari 2006 | ||
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