Ireland.
Miscellaneous. ¸ you
I walk and my feet don't go anywhere else
Where I will defend my feelings
Hope and anxiety accompany me everywhere
Will I call this house my own
Through the ironed windows and the door
I can see the gray skies
Can your eyes say anything else?
Can I be calm? in my hand
Now I hear what I want to hear
And your voice soothes me
And in the deep darkness I suffered for a long time
Yesterday I was still far away
Yesterday also I fell, I rose with the wind
And now I'm here with you

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