Edenbridge

we`re hunting open secrets
we`re searching high and low
intrepid we might be we`ll never know
under a press of canvas
we`re on the parting of the ways
we lost the trace
we`re gathering life`s roses
we`re in a quandary
but on the sly we never can`t be free
we face the stormy petrel
and beg for wings to fly away
forever away
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will all be there
at farpoint anywhere
my visions leading me that far
could we foresee
then we would turn the key