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  • TinTinn


  • Joined: 22 Feb 2012


Posted 09 April 2012 - 01:43 AM

You stand on the sand hills
By the sea saw
Where does it blow, where does the wind blow
The lighthouse stands still with ease,
But the sand, blows throughout the trees
Into the bushes and into the town
Venturing on, where ever it may please
Over the valleys, into the streets
Filling our minds with things we'd defeat
But it all starts from one little thought
On the hill side of old York

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