Thus with a smile
you take me to the hills
shows river runs
to die in the sea day and night.
and the mourning sun's dilemma
to get lost in everything.
I have no words,
yet accepting as it is
by colouring the lips
you take me to the hills
shows river runs
to die in the sea day and night.
and the mourning sun's dilemma
to get lost in everything.
I have no words,
yet accepting as it is
by colouring the lips
with tears.
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