1:

Gone in the wind:

My hopes, my desire, my destiny;

Futile now become I

As my soul is sucked dry –

And the wind chimes chime again.

 

2:

Searching for your love is like walking through my house in the dark:

I can’t see where I’m going, but somehow I just know that the direction is right.

 

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• February 2, 2017
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