they always go away, long before daylight;
it's all in your mind, that's what they say,
but they haven't seen that they're here in the day.
And it's daytime |
you can get away, or, stay here if you like;
I don't think it matters, those things are right here,
but you can't hear me scream. Can you dear?
Bump-a-bike |
go look at nature, that's sure to heal,
look at the flowers, tended by a bee,
you can look with your heart, at things you can't see.
See? |
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