in the blue sky, the birds fly
but at times dark clouds pass by
you'll never see the glory of the kingdom
if you engage in powerful lies ahh…
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Salts Of Las Piñas
in the blue sky, the birds fly
but at times dark clouds pass by
you'll never see the glory of the kingdom
if you engage in powerful lies ahh…
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