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The Power, I Have With Nature In My Hands

The wind is speaking to me, my ears are yours The sky is painting the background, my eyes are open The clouds are showing me the image, I must mesmerize The stars are making sure, I see every shining light The sun is heating my blood, so I may live another night The moon is relaxing my soul, so I may breathe another day The birds are singing in my ears, so my heart can beat another beat The power I have with nature in my hands, forever last

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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