I found her in a cottage, full of hand paints and leaves
there was a letter on the table, full dreams!
Singing with the wind as the earth plays the flute
and the fire dances around her, sky breeze!
I saw her yesterday painting her cottage with cats
so colorful, so artistic, paw prints and hand marks
every corner looks lively and sweet
i sense the spirit of this house made of wood
And the end of the day
i want to leave the this place smiling
im a poor minstrel, living day by day with my guitar
watching you each day fills my mind with happy moments
someday, we will be together...
- Jason B.
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