Art, simplicity, paintings and drawings
Come away with me where the dawn sparks,Where the rain is born in the thunder arcs,Where the time hides in golden fields of wheat,Where each soul can rest on the vultures’ seat.And this goes on and on and on...
Come away with me where the dawn sparks,
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Where the time hides in golden fields of wheat,
Where each soul can rest on the vultures’ seat.
And this goes on and on and on...