Overnight the forest grew, the lilacs came and overthrew. The redwoods stood tall and true while the fireflies shined an ocean blue.
Write the patterns out with the lenses for my eyes. I love to feel the false side, that fiddles the whole ride, that fuels the fire of the riddles.
Write the patterns out with the lenses for my eyes. I love to feel the false side, that fiddles the whole ride, that fuels the fire of the riddles.