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A way, a round, a far off trance

Reduction of all and any secret glance

Gliding and sweeping into the night

What is gone, clearly out of sight

Is there time to think of such

Beauty and magic of finest luck

Have you seen the light shine bright

Moon shine glitter falling tonight

Is there ways to leave to go

Is there places still winter snow

Is the roundness of the moon

Seeking energy of summer bloom

Is it far, the length to roam

Distance of a place called home

Behind the eyes of electric trance

Lightning strikes a second chance

Always centered in green eyes

Waiting for the bluest skies

Much Love Much Life