little_buddha808
She moves in mysterious ways Through crooked walls, around upturned pots of clay I met her in a blossoming dream Now spread vast over wooden beams I'll be gone before her day is done But we'll live on together entwined as one.
She moves in mysterious ways Through crooked walls, around upturned pots of clay I met her in a blossoming dream Now spread vast over wooden beams I'll be gone before her day is done But we'll live on together entwined as one.