This way to be
Is not the only
Way to me
Sit under trees
And take the breeze
You'll never go weak at the knees
And in the night time
You'll see a white line
It's not the right time
So do a slight rhyme
Instead
In time you'll see This way to be Is not the only Way to me Sit under trees And take the breeze You'll never go weak at the knees And in the night time You'll see a white line It's not the right time So do a slight rhyme Instead Explain Request ×
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