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False Promises
The sun'll come out tomorrow.
Will I be here to see it shine?
Birds, like specks, soaring in a blue sky.
Purple mountain tops far away in the distance.
Sheep grazing on luscious green grass.
Like no one's heard of foot and mouth.
Hairless lambs after their first shearing
Will soon grow into fluffy white clouds.
He loves me, he loves me not.
How can a fickle flower tell?
Soft silken flowers seducing bees
By the promise of sweet sweet nectar. |
