" In the silence,
all your secrets, will
raise their worried heads.
Well, you can pin yourself back together,
to who you thought you were.
Now you're out there livin'...
In the deep.
In the deep.
In the deep. "
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- Skyes of gold
- View out my window
- Sky sunshine fountains
- Voyage au bout du monde
- Rain on my window...
- Dans le noir
- In the deep...music flows...
- Sick are the skyes
- Zonsondergang of Zonsopgang
- Cold
- Sea shore exerpt [2]
- Sea shore exerpt
- River Styx
- Sunny
- Tears falling ...
- Races [3]
- Races [2]
- Races
- Price of posh
- Peace-maker
- Patriotic [?]
- My heart
- Mud child
- Suns
- Moons
- Mirror lake
- Marina
- Lover's feet
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1 comment:
No one is ever only what they thought they were. You never really know yourself, and because of the potentiality to be whatever you want to be you are always completely free.
Only God, as pure actuality, is not free.
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