Perhaps you ache for freedom
For the blue that's in your eye,
was given as a present
From the fabric of the sky,
And when you're gazing skywards
It's no wonder that you yearn,
When part of what you're made of
Always wishes to return
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
Perhaps you ache for freedom
For the blue that's in your eye,
was given as a present
From the fabric of the sky,
And when you're gazing skywards
It's no wonder that you yearn,
When part of what you're made of
Always wishes to return
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