
Stone to stone – made only to fit in – not for us.

Stone to stone – made only to fit in – not for us.

Clouds talking – there are always two ways – to find the heart.

Oh dear stones – one for each place I lived – saved in heart.

Our meeting points – in so many levels – facing love.

Thinking about – where have all the guests gone – long time no see.

Listening and hear – but going on doing my own way – the crazy art whisperer.

Sometimes – when we touch – lost in a dream.

All in pieces – carried around in every step – my humble story.

Building it up – stone by stone all alone – a smashing crash.

Tight together – saying I will follow you – show at stage.
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