Is
this
my
lot?
The spot that I have choosen
I'm quiet now,
I am dying
sunshine breaks my heart
grass soothes my sore dry feet
The trees, like a chorus whisper shyly in my ear
You are here. You are here
this
my
lot?
The spot that I have choosen
I'm quiet now,
I am dying
sunshine breaks my heart
grass soothes my sore dry feet
The trees, like a chorus whisper shyly in my ear
You are here. You are here
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