I've no more need to look
I've no more need to look
Further than the end of my nose
Let our tears transcend into rainbows
And our dreams ride well in their rodeos
Let us be happy with all our green tomatoes
Let them ripen till
Let them ripen till
Even the sun feels overexposed.
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