Some where out there
Smooth, rough. Light, at the end of the tunnel. I'll cross a vast lanscape before I rejoin my electric with the source. To some eyes it might look rough. To mine it is an adventure. So I land down in the valley where the green grass grows. Always, love, sweet as a Rose. I cross the great barren to bask in your light again and dance between the rain drops to the ghost beats between our hearts.
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