
There is a hill at the distant horizon
A damn white fume is rising on
Now,I thought Life is Loving
of course,Im moving,
Without knowing where iam
Without minding what iam
A sudden darkness
A sudden brightness
A distant tree nodding
A distant dream calling
But,Im moving
Without fearing where iamA damn white fume is rising on
Now,I thought Life is Loving
of course,Im moving,
Without knowing where iam
Without minding what iam
A sudden darkness
A sudden brightness
A distant tree nodding
A distant dream calling
But,Im moving
Without changing what iam
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