Outside
Up comes the sun, up comes the sun, down goes the grimm, down with the grimm. The birds awake me almost like they shake me. The sun warms there faces and all the open spaces. They sing and they dance and theres nothing to bring them down, all is peacefull in the outside. all is calm all is beautiful. My mind is stuck in the outside, it's what drives me, it's what makes me peaceful.
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