Yellow drawn lines across a pretended world,
passed away leaves wriggling through the crowds,
a smile, laughter and happiness maybe,
arms held quietly like a hawk floating through the skies –
we watch you. Some shake their heads, I won’t.
Yellow drawn lines across a pretended world,
passed away leaves wriggling through the crowds,
a smile, laughter and happiness maybe,
arms held quietly like a hawk floating through the skies –
we watch you. Some shake their heads, I won’t.
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