Apr 2022
The flat lands,
The rows of corn,
The cool breeze,
I'm coming home.
It won't be long,
Until I see you again,
It won't be long,
My long lost friend.
The rows of corn,
The cool breeze,
I'm coming home.
It won't be long,
Until I see you again,
It won't be long,
My long lost friend.
(25/M/Washington, DC)
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