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Lazydays (Remove filter)

Idle

 

The blue sky is my ceiling 
The fluffy clouds my pillow
And here I lounge in dreamy bliss
Beneath a weeping willow 

 

The sunlight catching idle thoughts
To turn them into rays
And scatter them
Like sunny seeds
To brighten darker days

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Lazydays

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