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Red Mountains

I can see the red mountains,

and it's oh so quiet.

I remember your kisses and how they burnt onto my skin,

I wish I was a bird,

so I could fly away from here,

take me to the forest and I can ride on the white horses there.

Just think we both sleep under the same sky and if you listen carefully maybe 

you can hear my name upon the breeze. 

Do you believe in magic and dreams? 

Sometimes you visit me in my sleep and in the morning it feels like I have been somewhere else 

 

Let me kiss you again and drink fine wines until the sun sets.

In the morning we will take our bags and head somewhere new,

chosen on a map by the bartender the night before.

Let us keep on moving from place to place. 

Our gypsy blood will guide us and keep us safe.

Your eyes see into my eyes. 

You can hear my blood run from a million miles.

Don't pretend anymore my love.

Don't settle for a life that doesn't make your soul sing.

And if you can look in my eyes and tell me I'm wrong.

I'll go away and simply sing my songs.  

 

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