Tiny moments are these
So will they pass
My mind is on lease
I head towards the grass.
No bird comes and sings
Jours and nuits get lonely
While I lay gazing galaxy-rings
No worry if it was my folly.
So will they pass
My mind is on lease
I head towards the grass.
No bird comes and sings
Jours and nuits get lonely
While I lay gazing galaxy-rings
No worry if it was my folly.
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