Trouble rolls in like dust clouds
and it takes a good stiff broom
to sweep them aside
that
and a little touch of love
and it takes a good stiff broom
to sweep them aside
that
and a little touch of love
Some day Eva knows she will set that lyric to music. Something aches deep inside with the truth of that. And as she dreams she wonders what it would be like to have it all, be famous, beautiful - a starlet. But that's not her life and the music is a distant dream. And then she sighs and brushes her hair with a bristle brush and scrapes it into a bun before going out to tend the farm. She might not have much, but she has her dreams.
Life isn't always what it seems.
From the Dust
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