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DRIFTING
DRIFTING……………Joe Flood.
HEAR THE ECHO`S IN THE NIGHT
FLOATING ON THE BREEZE,
TEMPTED TO FOLLOW THE SOUND,
SINGING THROUGH THE TREE`S.
THE SWEET TUNE FROM THE NIGHT BIRD
WHO`S PITCH IS SO, SO TRUE.
TAKES ME TO THE TIME WE MET,
WHEN I SANG A SONG TO YOU;
STILL, THE HAUNTING SOUND,
IS FLOATING ON THE BREEZE
CALLING ME TO THAT PLEASANT PLACE
WERE I CAN BE AT EASE,
HEAR THE ECHO`S IN THE NIGHT?
WHISPERING THROUGH THE TREE`S,
IT`S TIME FOR ME TO GO;
TO FLOAT ON THE NEXT WARM BREEZE.
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DRIFTING
DRIFTING
