Born beautiful, dies the same
She's too free to be bound by the shackles of time
She follows the sunshine
She's too ambiguous to have a name
And she'll certainly never ask for mine
**** There she goes with the wind
Leaving me with nothing but a melancholy grin
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 1:38 PM UTC
Born beautiful, dies the same
She's too free to be bound by the shackles of time
She follows the sunshine
She's too ambiguous to have a name
And she'll certainly never ask for mine
**** There she goes with the wind
Leaving me with nothing but a melancholy grin
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