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if the wind is right
You can sail away and find tranquillity
Oh, the canvas can do miracles ~ ~
It’s not far to never never-land
No reason to pretend
And if the wind is right
You can find the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles ~ ~
* Sailing
Takes me away
To where I’ve always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free ~ ~
When I’m sailing
All caught up in the reverie
Every word is a symphony ~ ~
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me !
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Seagulls and aero planes
Things of the sky
Winds that go howling
Breezes that sigh
City sights, neon lights
Grey skies or blue
All kind of everything ~ ~
Summer time, winter time
Spring and autumn, too
Monday, Tuesday, everyday ~ ~
Dances, romances
Things of the night
Sunshine and holidays
Postcards to write
Budding trees, autumn leaves
A snow flake or two
All kind of everything
Summer time, winter time
Spring and autumn, too ~ ~
*
To leave the thread of all time
And let it make a dark line
In hopes that I can still find
The way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
Begin a new beginning
Still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
It’s either this or that way
It’s one way or the other
It should be one direction
It could be reflection
The turn I have just taken
The turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end
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