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Lonely Northern Dreams In a land so far away, the sky's a crimson black.Oh it was so beautiful, to home I'll not come back. On the ground to witch I lay, a rose sits ten cords high, sitting oh just next to me, it seems to touch the sky, swaying back and forth it seemed, to follow just the wind. Freedom is not given', for it is rooted in. Ohh poor rose in the sky, I hope you do get free, to follow me outside my dreams, to Tuluk where I will be. But if you follow me out there, you'll see I'm rooted too, tied down unto the ground, just alike you too. Swaying in the wind I'll be, just waiting for someone like me, to pick me so I'll love again, to take me from the dreams, to free me to this windy night, to leave me to the wind. Submitted by Daye |