Sleeping to the morning
That woke up in the cold
Which spoke out for the seasons
Whose music won't get old
The sun on the horizon
The windy in the air
The morning of forgotten
Forgot to disappear
That woke up in the cold
Which spoke out for the seasons
Whose music won't get old
The sun on the horizon
The windy in the air
The morning of forgotten
Forgot to disappear
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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