I live in a world of fluffy mountain tops
And sharp edged clouds
Where songs are spoken
And words-
Sung
The sky comes to an end
And the ground keeps sinking
Eyes are held
And mouths don’t exist.
And sharp edged clouds
Where songs are spoken
And words-
Sung
The sky comes to an end
And the ground keeps sinking
Eyes are held
And mouths don’t exist.
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