Es brennt.
Es wütet.
Es tobt.
Es flattert.
Es entflammt.
Es klammert.
Es weint.
Es schreit.
Es flehnt.
Es springt.
Es fliegt.
Es schwebt.
Es hasst.
Es liebt.
Es fühlt.
I want to travel where life travels, following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love, Goodness, and Simplicity
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love, Goodness, and Simplicity
(Song of Myself - Nightwish)
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