Thyai.
In B3 major.
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I will never travel to the stars.
Physical no, not the stars
But I can dream.
I can imagine.
The stars will come to me.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Theai
Tag Archives: M
Myieco
Myieco.
In F3 major.
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What has the weather got to do with it?
Raining, cloudy, or sunny winter days
The same, same old journey
Travelling along for till time of days.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
G
G.
In G3 major.
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The garden’s lonely trees
As there are only three
A clearly planned vision and a treat.
There are not many of us, also only three.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Naoryann
Naoryann.
In A3 Major.
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Of his time, it was hazy
Pushing days along the old ways
Hail or shine did not fade away the nature
Till his time stopped again.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Idlyao
Idlyao
In G major.
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Only there are their names are remembered.
Hammered down onto the page.
Their street bells are silent
As they lay cold where they rest.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
N
N.
In A3 major.
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The greens are forever
No matter what they say
As long as the water clouds are still hanging
Waking through meadows will be,
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Rsairo
Rsairo
In B3 major.
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Hello! Hello!
Time passing by
Without care or a sunrise.
Does not stop or turn around.
Hello! Can you hear me?
No, time does not even slow down.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Ohmaoe
Ohmaoe.
In D major.
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The ink runs out.
Not of lack to overwrite
Nor it had leaked out.
Or it did evaporate like a cloud
It’s just gone, break up with the pen.
Just found out.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
M
M.
In F major.
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Online has flattened the curve.
It does not matter how or where
The top knows it and are scared
Young sparkeyes knows it and will dictate.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
C
C.
In B3 major.
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It’s 5 o’clock on a cold morning
And it’s too early to get out of warm bed
The birds are busily chippering
It’s a long day ahead.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.