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Peter Von Poehl Going To Where The Tea Trees Are

will go to where the tea trees turn to wine. I'll be just fine, it takes a believer sometimes. So I will go to where the tea trees are. Climbing over

Despite all logic black magic and evil tricks Maybe the reason is that inside of me I've been carrying a' broken skeleton key Home is where your heart

A little creature Tea spoon-tall But a good heart and that's a start Strolling around the park you don't care People can do What ever they like

Tactful and discreet The bell tolls five Still raining outside The bell tolls five Still hard to confine The bell tolls five How much have we

Morning by night increase enlarge failure frightfully extends the heart The void and the matter engine one to hold and to scatter our vessel is throwing

Virgin mountains when l look around l hear them calling out for more I'm so excited to be here where the dots are in control Escalating, they fit in

We are travellers, we go far the only place we've never been to is where we are. And if our roads would cross some day I'm not sure we'd recognize our