dew
I let the ocean of warm dew drops swallow me
The sun shone down on me
Seeming to dangle of my head
Taunting me to try to be as bright
I let myself tumble down the hill
My face nestled in the grass
Oh sweet sunflowers how do you forget
My, my, look at the time
Millions of year passed by lazily
Why should I leave this place though
Just to return to the deep deep snow
Let anyone would care
Let alone know
No, no, not today
Not on this fine sunny day
Alone
By myself
Maybe... maybe
I'll take a walk
See where my feet talk me
Stumble stumble down the hill
Aimlessly through the feilds
The dry, dry sienna feilds
My, my
Look, look
The snow all sunk to the ground
Oh how marvelous the trees are
What a wonder
I let the forest absorb me
What a wonder
My, my
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