Being a wild child and dreaming of a warm, safe place. It's hot tonight, but I'm not suffering. I remember pain enough not to be scared.
I need Scotland. A roof. A hug. Sweet rain. A scone. A word in a gentle language.
I just need Scotland and I Don't know why. A window reflecting a river. A dream broken by seagulls.
I just need Scotland, just for a while. And you, forever.
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