I'm going over to the store look some more write
Hiding in the small inventions treating life as empty rush
All around kneeling to plant the bluebells days remembered to
You hardly ever surround me with joy I hardly ever
Artist: Beggars Opera
Title: Here comes everybody
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Solo tree in gaze of hill a sun blue sky
Bath stone and exhibition glowing from a round face pitching
Now you must say of these days all those things
Did you really walk out of my space arms behind
Write it up outwardly sink into little fast movements to
New century times awake and a circle opens a heart
She brought the book back kicking and stealing at the