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LoveDoesNotExist

Published: Apr 20, 2013

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Green grass
Green trees
Black and yellow bees
Spring and tingling
a charge in the wind

Dry skin
Wide eyes
Lips blister
Feet cross
miles and miles
Happiness
all around

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This song is inspired by Ferdicamacha, who chose the right words at the right time. [link]
And inspired by the song Humming one of your songs by Ane Brun, which I am listening to right now.
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