Down the stairs in the air, the light is slanting down. In a clean early scene no stain is on these grounds. Birds over sidestreets, birds over houses. And what friend, in the end, will maybe come around.
Down the stairs in the air, the light is slanting down. In a clean early scene no stain is on these grounds. Birds over sidestreets, birds over houses. And what friend, in the end, will maybe come around.