The Joy In Discovery

Why do you lay in the grass? Why do you lay there? Don't you want to be found? Why do you lay in the grass? Why do you lay there? Don't you want to be found? Why do you lay in the grass? Why do you lay in the grass? Don't you want that? Don't you want that? Don't you want that? Isn't the sun even going to try to find a hole in the clouds? Isn't the sun even going to try to find a hold in the clouds? Isn't it even gonna try? Isn't it even gonna try to find a hole in the clouds? Isn't it even gonna try? Why won't it try, then? Why do you lay in the grass? Why do you lay there? Don't you want to be found? Why do you lay so low in the grass? Why do you lay there? Don't you want to be found? Why do you lay in the grass? Why do you lay in the grass? Don't you want to be found? Don't you want to be found? I thought that you wanted that.

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