it's been a long way. running around clouds.
sometimes flying underneath, just to feel the rain.
the direction always comes with the wind,
as if whispering a cool song in my ears.
it sounds like jazz horns. kinda talking again.
old feelings mixed on a next step dream,
therefore it blows the wind about to change.
so, play that cool jazz again, charlie...
nostalgia 77
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