The grass is like razors,
Blue sky blinds, blows you out however many times you go back to look
The stars Chase into your chest with your breath
And the sunflowers have mouths
The grass is like razors,
Blue sky blinds, blows you out however many times you go back to look
The stars Chase into your chest with your breath
And the sunflowers have mouths
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