Cool breeze brush against my cheeks
While I close my eyes to dream in colors.
I see the green, I smell the freedom
I see the blue, I smell the calmness
I lay underneath the old oak tree
While my mind wanders
Never wanting to return
Peace...
At the end.
While I close my eyes to dream in colors.
I see the green, I smell the freedom
I see the blue, I smell the calmness
I lay underneath the old oak tree
While my mind wanders
Never wanting to return
Peace...
At the end.
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