We were born b4 the wind. Also younger than the sun. Ere, the bonnie boat was won as we sailed in2 the mystic. Hark, now hear the sailors cry. Smell the sea and feel the sky. Let ur soul and spirit fly in2 the mystic. And when that fog horn blows, I will be coming home. And when the fog horn blows, I want 2 hear it. I dont have 2 fear it and I want 2 rock ur gypsy soul just like way back in the days of old! And magnificently we will flow in2 the mystic When that fog horn blows, u know I will be coming home! And when that fog horn whistle blows, I got 2 hear it. I dont have 2 fear it and I want 2 rock ur gypsy soul just like way back in the days of old! And 2gether we will flow in2 the mystic! Come on girl... 2 late 2 stop now...
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 06:16:20 +0000
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