Paroles originales
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Watching the dusk from the pier
Lowering the tip of my toes into the unknown
A time honoured heron
Is standing tranquill in the low tide
As from the earliest times
It lifts its heavy cloak
And elopes
As if it was a falling star
I make a whish
Behind your house
The old oak is feathered
With all these falling stars nearby
You may whish for more...
So here I am
Watching the dusk from the pier
Lowering the tip of my toes into the unknown
Starting my journey from this moment
