The sun its farewell to the skies
As it cranks out this unexplainable color
That Painters can’t make on their color pallets
The Wind creates this unexplainable noise
The wind gives you reasons to keep dreaming towards the sky
It is something that city slickers can't hear in the rowdy subways
At this time the sun bids me farewell
But don't worry, It will return
When it pokes its head out
On the east
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
The sun its farewell to the skies
As it cranks out this unexplainable color
That Painters can’t make on their color pallets
The Wind creates this unexplainable noise
The wind gives you reasons to keep dreaming towards the sky
It is something that city slickers can't hear in the rowdy subways
At this time the sun bids me farewell
But don't worry, It will return
When it pokes its head out
On the east
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