αgє fσur ❖ σrphαn ❖ αrtíst αt hєαrt
líttlє σnє whєn чσu plαч,❖
dσn't чσu mínd whαt thєч sαч.❖
lєt thσsє єчєs spαrklє αnd shínє,❖
nєvєr α tєαr, вαвч σf mínє.❖
dσn't чσu mínd whαt thєч sαч.❖
lєt thσsє єчєs spαrklє αnd shínє,❖
nєvєr α tєαr, вαвч σf mínє.❖
Driskol grumped a bit when the boy corrected him. "On, in, 'round, up, down, apples, 'nanners... they all are tree babies!" He leaned against the tree, feeling really tired. At least this tree made itself nice and useful by making a lovely shady spot. Rhy explained that the trees were girls, so Dris' jaw dropped a bit. "Oh. Sorry miss tree!" He pat the tree again, wondering how it was possible to tell. They all looked like trees! The boy started walking, so the brunet hurried after, doing his best to avoid tripping... again.
❖frσm чσur hєαd dσwn tσ чσur tσєs,
❖чσu'rє nσt much, gσσdnєss knσws.
❖вut чσu'rє sσ prєcíσus tσ mє,
❖swєєt αs cαn вє, вαвч σf mínє.
❖чσu'rє nσt much, gσσdnєss knσws.
❖вut чσu'rє sσ prєcíσus tσ mє,
❖swєєt αs cαn вє, вαвч σf mínє.
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