The Paper Kites - Bloom
"Can I take it to a morning
Where the fields are painted gold
And the trees are filled with memories
Of the feelings never told?
When the evening pulls the sun down,
And the day is almost through,
Oh, the whole world it is sleeping,
But my world is you"
"Can I take it to a morning
When the evening pulls the sun down,
And the day is almost through,
Oh, the whole world it is sleeping,
But my world is you"
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