Saat maailman aina näyttämään kauniilta... vaikka se tuntuisi kuinka harmaalta.
Sunset
Who knows who wrote that song of Summer
That blackbirds sing at dusk
This is a song of colour
Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
Then climb into bed and turn to dust
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And Dream of Sheep
Let me be weak,
Let me sleep
And dream of sheep.
Ooh, their breath is warm
And
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