Dear Martina
You were right
We got close to the treasure

It’s children like us
Who seek the light
‘cause they can do no better

Oh Martina
Don’t you hide
Every world has its measure

It’s fools like me who
Seek the light
Where the light has no matter

One of these days I’ll grow wings on my back
One of these days I’ll grow grass on my skin
One of these days I’ll wear stars on my chest
One of these days….i’ll drift away

One of these days I’ll grow wings on my back
One of these days I’ll wear stars on my chest
And with my flaming eyes….i’ll drift away

On and on we’re still travelling

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