Acacia River journey carrying a ticket, wandering thousands of miles through the heart; people on the outside, but at the end of life care; mother warned him in the depths, but the tears flow in the vicinity; a thousand words have been rivers turned into long-haul, luggage is a symbol of the soul, is missing one song after another poem; write in the vastness of the sky, the wind to take along; or gospel angels, systolic quiet in there; this time also moved downtown, bud bloom; flowers are floating go, or shadow elves; love for me, the most beautiful time of the advance; wind music, air wings; take along all go, bring me the most beautiful emotions; I bring most pro Acacia, wherever I go; the way of life again far apart, there is a Santa Claus; Acacia never, never Acacia!