"The wheat fields have nothing to say to me...But you have the hair that is the colour of gold...The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love listening to the wind in the wheat..."

Nothing wrong
With my line of thought
Crooked it may be
Who cares?
Luck hasn't come down on me
'Til then, I'll be
Singing off key
All I need
Sits on my shoulder

.Tony Louie. Legs.




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