The world spun right 'round,
The sounds of birds echoed from the sky,
My voice carried on like the wind,
My thought began but would die,
I heard the sounds from the whisky wind,
I heard words forming around my ears,
Yet I couldn't for the sake of me undo being blind,
And one day it'll be the reasons of all of my tears,
I saw you laying there,
Dreaming up away in the clouds,
Yet when the birds flew by,
You hid away in the deepened crowds,
The sun struck my rosy tanned cheeks,
A lone branch sat by my side,
I brought all of my dreams to ink,
Yet all I felt was the wave's collide,
I felt my give go,
My curly hair hung onto it's faint hope,
I sat by the one that saw to my pain,
But there was longing for me to cope.
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