Morning after morning Good I drank dew Most When of the santan flowerets I poured my heart out I stepped on a steep hill As the sun ascended It shuns me the view Of the landscape he vouched I poure…
Source: I poured my heart out
Morning after morning Good I drank dew Most When of the santan flowerets I poured my heart out I stepped on a steep hill As the sun ascended It shuns me the view Of the landscape he vouched I poure…
Source: I poured my heart out