Your the last day of April every year
ahh, your grey, feeling for something, anything you can't have
oversight, ode you the road, pulled by a current, tossed over in the wind
you focus your sights and try,
try to stare up at the sky
does it hurt your eyes?
maybe you'll go blind
or maybe all you'll see is, all you'll see is, sunshine, sunshine
walk
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