I climb the hills and mountains of my heart
Where the echos of spirits sound.
On my way I search for happiness–
Happiness, solid as a stone.
Now My happiness is with you–right now–here–
There’s no power in yesterdays–tomarrows–nothing–
Their voice speaks in the wind.
So pour me your tea–
Make it warm this night–
Come close–
And old spirits won’t find me home.
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