Blue skies, warm air, mountains of gold
Green grass, fires ashes, trails of the old
Looking at the stars and the moon’s glow
Sleeping, wishing upon a white rose
I see your other friend
He’ll never understand your lies?
Feel alright
Don’t mean to pressure you
I know you did this to fight
How polite?
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