The Cricket
Plays his midnight tune under it's stars
Dreams that he were laying in his loves arms
Takes a break to feed on the grasses blades
like
A first chair violinist playing a concerto
A daydream of walking on springs new greenery
A delicate heart easily broken
Singing
With synchronicity and love
Plays his midnight tune under it's stars
Dreams that he were laying in his loves arms
Takes a break to feed on the grasses blades
like
A first chair violinist playing a concerto
A daydream of walking on springs new greenery
A delicate heart easily broken
Singing
With synchronicity and love
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