Amongst the trees and clouds
Where everything is but a dot
Nothing is blissful.
My soul grazed through the clouds
Played with the birds and swayed with the trees.
On my way back to earth.
Amongst the trees and clouds
Where everything is but a dot
Nothing is blissful.
My soul grazed through the clouds
Played with the birds and swayed with the trees.
On my way back to earth.
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