To survive

What I need is a sun to fol­low
A moon to rest under
Beneath my feet the earth
Above a star to upon pon­der
My pocket full of dreams
An old oak as sanc­tu­ary
My uncon­di­tional love
And the wits
To survive

 

 

 

 

 

 

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