When I walk out of those broken doors

And the cracking asphalt crunches

The wind blows across my face

Threading my eyelashes 

Filling my nose with the sweet scent

Of traveling atmosphere 

I feel the cool arms around me

And alone at the end of the night

I find the world with me

◄ The Gypsy's Curse Never Ends

Saga of April Dark: Song Four ►

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