Paive
High, in distant blue sky
On an Autumn morning ⏤
Blue like her eyes ⏤
A platinum jet writes a single white line
To the one I love and left far away,
In the land of a thousand lakes
And pale lemon sunshine.
On an Autumn morning ⏤
Blue like her eyes ⏤
A platinum jet writes a single white line
To the one I love and left far away,
In the land of a thousand lakes
And pale lemon sunshine.
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