The wise valley
The wise valley
standing here in nobody's land
nobody is out here to call me
only the echo that is myself
as I'm speaking to somehow the deepest of my soul
I feel alone
alone with myself and the wise valley
when I'm spitting out his passion of hills
like a rustles miner in a golden state
like a lonely cowboy without a fate
then I'm jumping in that gap
what's called the no end
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| Auteur: Jelly Marcus | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 juli 2009 | ||
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