Sound of music

By kennethtessem

When you thought I was a stranger, when you looked upon me
When I came back
But to take you from disaster, I cannot master
The four winds in your shack


In the roamin', in the gloamin', you have brought
And set before me
And I think that it's an omen, I'm just not
What so many people see

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