The muddy path dances in color, only for the happy eye.
Conditioned for beauty, it sings in the most rare of tone.
Assuming peace, life peaks.
I sink my feet into its glistening reflection, and laugh.
The muddy path dances in color, only for the happy eye.
Conditioned for beauty, it sings in the most rare of tone.
Assuming peace, life peaks.
I sink my feet into its glistening reflection, and laugh.
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