Once upon a summer day
In their midst, a mushroom grew
They never saw
They never, never knew
They're walking on the street
Making shadows on the wall
They're sitting on the steps
Melting into stone
Children of the mushroom
Aren't we all, aren't we all
In their midst, a mushroom grew
They never saw
They never, never knew
They're walking on the street
Making shadows on the wall
They're sitting on the steps
Melting into stone
Children of the mushroom
Aren't we all, aren't we all
Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2012/1/25 - 14:19
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