The rain impinges upon the earth again blissfully
The trees sigh in the wind and sway with distilled purity
Stench of reverence permeates the talk of love
Cloudless skies of blue need you now think of you
The trees sigh in the wind and sway with distilled purity
Stench of reverence permeates the talk of love
Cloudless skies of blue need you now think of you
Curve of your neck is beautiful
Shape of your face is elegant
Gaze but poignant still
But memories stained
Second stain of consequence
Fruit is rotting and then the crowd turns around to go back home
Views so empty but sane proceeds on its way to the grave
Curve of your neck is beautiful
Shape of your face is elegant
Gaze but poignant still
But memories stained
Second stain of consequence
Oh consequence
This is consequence
This is consequence
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