She's lazy very lazy her laziness is crazy

Mystic and dreamy it's all kind of hazy

She thinks she has meaning

Imagine the feeling when she falls

Black crows in meadows

Even the wind knows even and steady



Picture an evening soaking a stream

Worn at the hinges silent in scream

Loud as a yellow shy as a fool

Lifting her head to the scent of the moon



Haystacks and hedges involving the sun

Roll and are dancing loving being one

Together forever or as long as it is

The flowers keep upright in the weathering winds

Black crows in meadows

Even the wind knows even and steady



There are years when i think of nothing but me

When chasing myself is a scream

My life is a notion

A twisted emotion that kills me



She's lazy very lazy her laziness is crazy...




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