The path went through thick brambles
With honey bee trees
It was as if a dream
A place
A well full of secrets
Looking in you see yourself
You see beyond the liquid mirror
Through the fire river
Into the noise
Until you glide
The man holding your feet
And the goat is free.
With honey bee trees
It was as if a dream
A place
A well full of secrets
Looking in you see yourself
You see beyond the liquid mirror
Through the fire river
Into the noise
Until you glide
The man holding your feet
And the goat is free.
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