the hills couldn’t figure it out
I’ll state something hastily:
the new sun and its truth
changed my ways
the stars live in my eyes;
a picturesque blessing
as the dawning of a present
washed all over me like cold dew
tiring thoughts slip away
from my defeated shoulders
everything that you do, even the games
make it all seem like love
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