
— and yes i recall
the hill with the tree and
the door and the key
but i don't think it
will turn for me
anymore
— so who will remember
when the rain starts to fall
of that door in the wood
to let the ghost
of me in?

— and yes i recall
the hill with the tree and
the door and the key
but i don't think it
will turn for me
anymore
— so who will remember
when the rain starts to fall
of that door in the wood
to let the ghost
of me in?
Beautiful!
Thank you, Bob.
That aches in the way it should ache.
Thank you Ray 🙏🏼
Oh…. I love this! 🤩
Thank you!
super welcome! xx
Great Lyrical piece, Michael. I can hear this over (mixed quite low down) a piece slowwave music. Challenge…
I’ll have to think on that one 🤔
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