Spontaneity
without giving any thought
lost in my design
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Spontaneity
without giving any thought
lost in my design
The spark of life's gone
The spark of life's gone
the glow is fading away
The spark of life's gone
the glow is fading away
dying embers cold.
Cold breeze fans my cheeks
Cold breeze fans my cheeks
maybe I should have worn pants...
Cold breeze fans my cheeks
maybe I should have worn pants...
And stayed in the sun.
Rustling of the leaves
Rustling of the leaves:
woodland's crisp carpet crunchy
Rustling of the leaves:
woodland's crisp carpet crunchy
in all shades of brown
Myriad layers of
Myriad layers of
wondrous colored dreams
Myriad layers of
wondrous colored dreams
floating in the air
I want you to come
I want you to come
over for tea. Will you please?