Swiftly, gently, flows of nature,
Gently touches my head.
Wind beneath my lips,
Flight of kisses blew along the gentle breeze.
The light that turns the sea into field of gold,
Yellow as it is and brightly shall it be,
Open the door of Hope.
By Jack Ho
Gently touches my head.
Wind beneath my lips,
Flight of kisses blew along the gentle breeze.
The light that turns the sea into field of gold,
Yellow as it is and brightly shall it be,
Open the door of Hope.
By Jack Ho
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