The sun is up, the sky is blue, its beautiful and so are you. Dear Prudence, wont you come out to play?

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Summertime made promises
It knew it couldn't keep
The fairytale was climbing up
A mountain far too steep
Colouring the pictures
With your loyal hand
Now I am craving heartbreak
While you're making your demands

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