The Height
Blue, blue, blue,
Billions blues,
In my eyes,
Standing up on,
The cotton sky.
Once a wish,
To touch,
Led traversing it,
I fly and fly,
Towards the moon.
Blue, blue, blue,
Billions blues,
In my eyes,
Standing up on,
The cotton sky.
Once a wish,
To touch,
Led traversing it,
I fly and fly,
Towards the moon.
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