the wind goes up you go up high the monster inside you is pretty nice but the birds flying can go up more then a fly but the truth is that you will be there.
Then the night falls down into the ground
and the leaf's around you go darker then the ground and then the trees go black as willow Around with the sadness around you though but the crown is mine and now is black and white.
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