where i live music pours through the air
where i live
there is no day or night
all live in pure delight
skies twirl with colours bright
where i live
music pours
through every open door
upon its wings we soar
as it builds more and more
music pours
through the air
fly birds of purple shade
beyond the hills they fade
in creamy clouds they wade
through the air
there is no day or night
all live in pure delight
skies twirl with colours bright
where i live
music pours
through every open door
upon its wings we soar
as it builds more and more
music pours
through the air
fly birds of purple shade
beyond the hills they fade
in creamy clouds they wade
through the air
posted by Rylan Schultz at
12:08 a.m.
1 Comments:
Hey, Prince George? What the Fudge. My brother lives there I think... he has an afro & researches mutated frogs. If you see him tell him i say hi.
P.S. Although that sounds like a lie, it is not
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