Where you want a gun, I am a coconut tree Where you want money, I am passion Where you want rest, I am desire And where I am just desire, you don't want it And where you want nothing, nothing is missing And where you fly high, I am the ground And where you step on the ground, my soul leaps And gains freedom in the vastness #SORRISO
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Mytrandir I like that. You use music to illustrate your moments, your way of being.