Maandag 12 december 2022

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"Exile"

Cold as the northern winds
In December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
From this far distant shore.
Winter has come too late
Too close beside me.
How can I chase away
All these fears deep inside?
[Chorus:]
I'll wait the signs to come.
I'll find a way
I will wait the time to come.
I'll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon
And my path - the ocean.
My guide the morning star
As I sail home to you.
[Chorus]
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you.
In December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
From this far distant shore.
Winter has come too late
Too close beside me.
How can I chase away
All these fears deep inside?
[Chorus:]
I'll wait the signs to come.
I'll find a way
I will wait the time to come.
I'll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon
And my path - the ocean.
My guide the morning star
As I sail home to you.
[Chorus]
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you.


Enya
Geschreven door bosheks om 10:25






Kort voordat de nep corona pandemie uitbrak werd er een oefening gehouden met precies dat scenario.
Nog steeds zit Julian Assange gevangen en komt het moment voor uitlevering naar de V.S. dichterbij.
De nep corona pandemie mag dan voor nu wel verdwenen zijn, de gevolgen allerminst.







