She's lazy very lazy her laziness is crazy Mystic and dreamy it's all kind of hazy She thinks she has meaning Imagine the feeling when she falls Black crows in meadows Even the wind knows even and steady
Picture an evening soaking a stream Worn at the hinges silent in scream Loud as a yellow shy as a fool Lifting her head to the scent of the moon
Haystacks and hedges involving the sun Roll and are dancing loving being one Together forever or as long as it is The flowers keep upright in the weathering winds Black crows in meadows Even the wind knows even and steady
There are years when I think of nothing but me When chasing myself is a scream My life is a notion A twisted emotion that kills me
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