Drifting
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Rebecca Navarre
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Drifting along in dawns, morning song. So
caught up in the breeze, and it's melody.
With the sway of the wind, and the dance
begins. As the fields and the trees, all
bend and whisper so cordially. And the beauty
of the skies, can't be described. It's just
a feeling, so deep inside.
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