The setting sun, I see it again
Those chirping birds, I feel them again
Across the horizon where my hands can't reach
I kiss that blush with my skin up tanned
A familiar cat who sits with me
Roll up its body and cuddle in between
Those healthy branches and the leaves that sings
Ah so this what they call a companion for speak...
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