.Kicking at the forest floor Iâm bored
Looking up the sky looks weird, not bored
Of course Iâll go your way my love
You might call me a forest boy if you breathe the city out of me
And a cloud just died
And that bird, his noise it rhymes
As I look around itâs right
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