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Lyrics/ poetry |
| The smell of sunshine is in his hair To me he is the summer, to himself he is the rain That cannot be cleared on a cloudy day There is always room to grow and a place for change So walk away and be free (to) Taste the raindrops, inhale pure air (and) Travel on a journey that is so far and wide Take his need for a soul vacation To me he is the spring, to himself he is the snow With ice that cannot be cleared on a dark day There is always room to grow and a place for change So walk away and be free (to) Taste the raindrops, exhale pure air (and) Travel on a journey that is so far and wide Don't be the person that was too afraid to fly. Kayleigh Victoria Dembickjy |