Please play the above song ^ while reading
Cikel
Why cry, blue sky
your heart is warm,
but your love is dry,
your mind is torn,
and the clouds are high.
The wind is blowing,
and my blouse is flowing,
waiting for you
to put your hands on me.
Your touch was soft,
but your beard was rough,
your thoughts were aloft,
and you'd had enough.
cum back to me.
