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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