Oh, to live in the land of the sun.
To dance on top of the clouds.
To breathe in the warmth.
To float on the breeze.
Yes, I can see why the angels love it
here so.
If only I could.
So, for now, I will just keep it all in my dreams.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(30/10/2012)
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