Stain
If all the stones were turned to gold,
We’d pray for landslides.
Making more room for a sky and sun.
I’m starring…
I’m thinking,
How weird it is that a shadow leaves a stain
If I stood in your light long enough
Would I be with you forever?
We’d pray for landslides.
Making more room for a sky and sun.
I’m starring…
I’m thinking,
How weird it is that a shadow leaves a stain
If I stood in your light long enough
Would I be with you forever?
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