The problem with the world is that too many people grow up.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days.
Put your future in good hands your own.
Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves.
From wonder into wonder existence opens.
Whoever is happy will make others happy, too.
The problem with the world is that too many people grow up.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days.
Put your future in good hands your own.
Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves.
From wonder into wonder existence opens.
Whoever is happy will make others happy, too.