Sometimes
When your shadows of friends
Dont take you away into plasma
You will sit with me
And talk
And laugh
And your laugh is like the sun setting under the mountains
Like fields of flowers in my fingertips
And we will lay down
And look at the stars
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
Sometimes
When your shadows of friends
Dont take you away into plasma
You will sit with me
And talk
And laugh
And your laugh is like the sun setting under the mountains
Like fields of flowers in my fingertips
And we will lay down
And look at the stars
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