First of all, I'm interested in the cold
And a state in which you're living couldn't be washed away
Like a hopeless dream, that some of us stare in hopeless exuding
Of doing what can die and that, dies because of seeking ease as it lives
Truantly yours, a trunk full of things symbolizing complicated things in a box full of simple items
Whimsical farms o' yonder, serried
Happen, a dream they happen
Rye and risen' with the clement weather
Go ahead, miss your flight
To go breezin' in some lost serene time
When you'd really smother yourself in need
If you're deeper individualism allows that breeding, just by the essential summation of communication, by all means, go ahead and seek