I'm waiting for your hands
to fold around my wrist
I'm mellowing in warm grass
And the scent of you I've missed
And blue is representing
The draft in my heart
I'm wandering through thin skies
And the transparent air I've missed
Pale is my face
You might want to colour
while I breathe
The May Song
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