…the meadow of life, my acre of Heaven A five-year-old winter heart in a place called home Sailing the waves of past Meadows of Heaven Rocking chair without a dreamer A wood and a spring without laughter? Sandbox without…

…, but close. They beat people every kind of lifes, you life like a juvenniles all your lifes, you have come from estonia to work, dupplo headed horse, they say, two or more lifes. You all have a severeal lifes, five…