I'm tired of the hills We're rolling, rolling in the grass And we laugh to ourselves While kicking flowers from the ground And your body's so warm You're crumbling like powder in my arms As pillars of smoke are filling, falling from the sky All day in the sun Is coming, coming to an end And we send our love As our evening, evening descends

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