In pencil lines of ages past, Idea maps were being drawn Over the world.
Storytime in your wildest mind. What a wonderful. Magic animal.
Mother to child. Singing a long song.
Set sail, seaworthy vessels. Fill your holds with the sounds Of daughters and sons Wagging their tongues.
Written down in ink so clear, Voices of a yesteryear. Dreams are whispered in an ear.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.