A Voice from the Eastern Door

Wandering

Step inside,

Get a ride.

Climb up to the sky.

Will I meet you eye to eye?

Everyday seems less and less,

That I deal with the stress.

My mind wanders,

Of thee I ponder.

Where you now be.

You must feel glee.

No more pain.

Do I refrain?

My dre...

 

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