Wednesday, April 14, 2010

untitled.

The clouds rolling by
The wind blowing through the trees
I look around at it all
But youre all I see

My hair in my face
The sun dancing on my skin
I inhale the fresh air
Youre all I want then

The birds singing songs
The crickets humming melodies
I hear the sweet music
Now youre all I need

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