Sometimes I want to disappear
So clear be in tears of child
And wild as master Oscar Wilde
I am getting tired of being dear
You hear masterpiece of nights
No light in twilights of New Wales
Pale ales deep flavour, fairy tales,
Two flying bats, black ship ignites
My thoughts are winds of fortune
The very ports they blow
It hurts my heart as torture
I lost my seat in row
Sometimes I wish I was a tree
In ancient deep rainforest queue
My view would focus on a few
Surrounding species, not at you
My crew consists of birds and flies
Who reach the skies with tender song
Too long I’ve stared in soil from Rhyes
When soul earthquaked with gong
My thoughts are winds of fortune
The very ports they blow
It hurts my heart as torture
I lost my seat in row
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Winds of Fortune
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