~Lone~





We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic 



~Moonrock~






And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old




~Mirror Falls~






Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it



~Moontower~






I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...





~Moon Magic~

Developing Awe-Fullness
by Lloyd J. Thomas, Ph.D.

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