The dust in the desert blows in the winds of time,the tiny flower stands strong against the wind and sand,fighting thought of the storm she reaches love,the water of life,the air of light,lighting hits bright latest at night...
The Island in the sea must always be free,the island we called love,the hand of the sea holds my island,released to you the heart of the mountain,the rocks of the sea,an angels love is always free...
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