Can't decide if I want to use this as a song or a poem. Urgh.
Hey there my sweet darling,
Skipping down that dusty road,
In this dried out twisted farmland,
There's a crowd but you're alone.
Once again you're in the spotlight,
This time the sun in hot mid-day,
Dancing like it's midnight,
You laugh in bliss, in reeds you play.
Press those keys so innocently,
Wonderfully pure in duck-egg blue,
Oh, how I wish I was there,
How I wish I were you.
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