Faraway
I find myself high above the clouds
Passing land and sea
Wishing I could be more than vapour
A mist that falls as rain.
Could someone catch a cup full
To bring me back again?
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Faraway
I find myself high above the clouds
Passing land and sea
Wishing I could be more than vapour
A mist that falls as rain.
Could someone catch a cup full
To bring me back again?
Continue reading at Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie