Bright winter morning.
And the roses are in full bloom,
I chase after technicolour butterflies in vain.
The plump,red-tailed birdies line up on walls.
The sun makes my skin look golden-brown,almost the colour of honey.
I'm here,I'm home.This is where I belong.
And the roses are in full bloom,
I chase after technicolour butterflies in vain.
The plump,red-tailed birdies line up on walls.
The sun makes my skin look golden-brown,almost the colour of honey.
I'm here,I'm home.This is where I belong.
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