Picnic of Sorts
"one ethereal afternoon . . . ."
I guess I must have drifted away You moved your hand to shade my eyes I stepped up into the clouds reached down to pull you into me We left that world far below on the outskirts of yesterday I...
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"one ethereal afternoon . . . ."
I guess I must have drifted away You moved your hand to shade my eyes I stepped up into the clouds reached down to pull you into me We left that world far below on the outskirts of yesterday I...