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TAL BACHMAN >> Merchandise Links
TAL BACHMAN
Sea, sand and stone Wreath 'round this ground I call my own While dark, concrete sky Blacks out the sun with icy night Even though the ocean roars And the storm is bold, and the rain is cold Here I was born Though winter winds have blown And bitter seeds been sown I gave you all I am and all I hope to be Now I am free Wind fill my frame Fire me with your immortal flame Even though I am poor Through the looking glass, I watch unfold What can't be told (Chorus) Though fortunes rise and fall It's no concern at all I gave you all I am, and all I hope to be Now I am free Even though I am poor Through the looking glass, I watch unfold What can't be told (Chorus)
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