.(daniel dale johnston)
In clusters we move through a farm
Somewhere far off the thunder roaring
And the fortune teller has fixed her sweetly eyes on my child
Sometimes I climb high up in a tree
And let the wind blow in my face
Sometimes I leave my cares lying in pil.
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