Winter Time December 17th, 2011
Red sky at morning
A little late for the warning
Messenger’s last say
Now released to the day
Wings melt like lemon drops’
Underneath the pillow, pops
Will April’s flowers
again have the same powers?
Onward near the catstalker’s circle
Forgot when it was that
I stopped wearing purple
Raining on the ceiling
Then they blow the ice
And he said
We are here, both of the same year
Oh isn’t that nice
California Dreamin’
On such a winter’s night
Bluebird made his dreams come true
Why oh why can’t I?
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