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  1. Wheels

From the album of movement & music

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Laos: belonging to the moment...when things come together perfectly

Lyrics

Riding a bike, its how we began, it was the moment we knew it should never end...Wobbling across, an old bridge made of steel, with freedom from loss, we kept turning our wheels...Binding the old, and creating the new, spent our days with an old, friend that took us through...Coming along, a new place to roam, for the kids it was, just a place to call home...She’s my partner in crime, she’s my reason I’m me, all the light that’s shined, all the journeys to be...end.