the yellow
bees fly by....
yet i cant see..
i watch the leaves..
touch me one by one..
fish i can smell..
must be china town..
the wood seems cracked.
from the time
i started this...
wonder when...
this ends......
life it may..
be so beautiful...
to you....
yet i cant see..
i watch the leaves..
touch me one by one..
fish i can smell..
must be china town..
the wood seems cracked.
from the time
i started this...
wonder when...
this ends......
life it may..
be so beautiful...
to you....
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