Cloudless Blue
All in a golden afternoon,
under the skies of cloudless blue
I was left missing you
So if I must hold my own hand
I’ll sit here for awhile and sink in this sand
Cry tears that could create forever lands.
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All in a golden afternoon,
under the skies of cloudless blue
I was left missing you
So if I must hold my own hand
I’ll sit here for awhile and sink in this sand
Cry tears that could create forever lands.