There's one way to whistle. Whistle while you work. I know I am the plateau. Just one way to whistle. But it's too soon. My love the red lagoon. . Related.
Christmas is here, all the leaves are jumping. When will they learn, the spirit is near. All the trees are dancing, ready to burn. The spirit is near, all the roots are singing.
I lost the gloves that my mother gave to me. While on my ways to the make believe sea. And I lost the rings that my lover gave to me. While on my ways to the Red Salt Sea.
The body breaks. And the body is fine. I'm open to yours. And i'm open to mine. . The body aches. And that ache takes it time. But you'll get over yours.