As free as the water loo birds flying distances. Sensing the motions of life.
Although they soar round in circles. They're not lost. Just letting the wind grace them
back to where they love life. Clever are miners, going off a strong hunch. They
pick a spot. Dig a plot. Never stopping until they reap the worth of gold. Just as
the water loo es sense of directions. We've discovered one another lingering through
life's course. I feel like those miners. I know that I've struck gold! So unique,
unbelievably pure. The want and need for love won't let my heart go. Baby I can't
stop fate. I need you! I've longed to be yours.
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