Enlightenment
The Yellow Brick Road
Is turning to rubble now
Bright flowers push through.
I thought True North was
At the end of the rainbow
A warm hearth waiting.
But I find it here
In this trickling drop of rain
In this dragon fly.
The Yellow Brick Road
Is turning to rubble now
Bright flowers push through.
I thought True North was
At the end of the rainbow
A warm hearth waiting.
But I find it here
In this trickling drop of rain
In this dragon fly.
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