Vienna Circle
white clouds beginning
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The cool breeze upon the shore
feels like home.
But I feel its time I have to leave,
I must move on.
There will be white clouds
beyond the hills.
The sun shines and seagulls fly;
feels like home.
The city life is calling me,
I must move on.
- Album:
- White Clouds
- Silhouette Moon