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You and me
A valley of trees flow through my mind a conspiracy theory follows behind
A valley of trees are in my sight even when they always seem to fight
A valley of trees I hear the breeze flow through the branches like a summer days eve. Even if these Trees have an intoxicating smell from your lips the smoke looks like hell.
A valley of trees my minds eye can see. Not your colors of a red that haunt me.
A valley of trees I begin to believe there only a haunted memory of you and me.
A valley of trees are in my sight even when they always seem to fight
A valley of trees I hear the breeze flow through the branches like a summer days eve. Even if these Trees have an intoxicating smell from your lips the smoke looks like hell.
A valley of trees my minds eye can see. Not your colors of a red that haunt me.
A valley of trees I begin to believe there only a haunted memory of you and me.
Published 7th Mar 2011
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