
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, and my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who stand looking.
It makes me wonder, it really makes me wonder.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who stand looking.
It makes me wonder, it really makes me wonder.
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