Quiet Place

Working For A Nuclear Free City

Cross the lines down shifting lights
Catch it's breath a stream of life
The tallest trees strched to the sea
And to the edge where shadows meet

A quiet place and nature's way
A season comes and whispers life
Still born again into golden dreams
A hiding place beneath blue skies

Cross the lines down shifting lights
Catch it's breath a stream of life
The tallest trees strched to the sea
And to the edge where shadows meet

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