No sweeter flower could give such a vacant stair in the grass on the bank and it hurt in the sun, when everything had so much meaning to the world that we spoke.
Touching her skin thought the man how to fly to the girl with the beautiful arms, but flying was lying for with his hands held aloft he fell to the floor like a stone.
Now should he have given his wide open arms and grasped so tightly these leaves, when the flowers were lost and the petals were dreams that were blown in the cool autumn winds.
Touching her skin thought the man how to fly to the girl with the beautiful arms, but wanting to escape he held up both hands and said I’ve both feet on the ground today sensibly.
Senselessly the birds and the bees, they sung their song on and on!