All at the fence
With a wish and an empty peace
Waiting
Imagine you were
Grey as the morning dew
On a rime frost
I adore the flees in the sun
Sitting in my bedroom
We will ride the air & shine
High and filled with
I guess that you are sacred
On a sidekick trip to
I've gone so far
I'd like to be sacred
And maybe I
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