The pampas grass is blowing in the wind,
it is swaying to and fro,
letting go of its children to the wind.
Hoping they can take root
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As we travel along our many different roads,
we meet people, sometimes face to face and sometimes not.
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Millie Moo Cow was grazing
in a field on day
when her fairy godmother
came to pay a visit to her.
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Standing on the beach at sunset
As the sun begins to disappear
Setting the horizon a fiery glow
We hold each others hand
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Sometimes we feel defeated,
we’ve lost the will to fight,
we are about to give up,
and never make a stand.
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In the roads we travel,
our destination is always
a tiny speck on the horizon
where it meets the greeting dawn.
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Once a love now withered in dust,
the flame that kindled candles glow,
of dreams and pastures nightmare past,
a glass unseen splinters so.
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We search the whole world over
trying to find a pure heart there.
Someone who will reach out
with some tender care.
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When your kisses turn from wine to water
The fire in your eyes lose their glow
When your phone rings without answer
All your friend say they don’t know
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Sitting on a deck chair
on the sand by the sea,
watching castles being built,
with a bucket and spade.
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