the seed of pride
in the waiting room came to life
I was alone to know
I was alone not to know
an unseen hand gave me a welcoming slap
from that moment on the new birth began
sometimes the good waiting leads to an hectic bliss
the one of a daisy caressed with Spring
Marco Bo
in the waiting room came to life
I was alone to know
I was alone not to know
an unseen hand gave me a welcoming slap
from that moment on the new birth began
sometimes the good waiting leads to an hectic bliss
the one of a daisy caressed with Spring
Marco Bo
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