It was a sunny day
before she leaves
she told me we are not in the same
and I couldn't see a way
to fly alone
then I've been walking
through the seasons
just learning
how the trees grow up
maybe I have you on my mind
but now it doesn't hurt
when the cold rain falls
through my old hair
all the clouds paint smalls
flowers in my head
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