: Blue as the crying sky With no thorn, AND no THISTLE Only AN open face Staring at the waking world Maybe she?s just a morning glory Lost in a
Blue as the crying sky With no thorn, no thistle Only an open face Staring at the waking world Maybe she's just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine
Blue as the crying sky With no thorn, AND no THISTLE Only AN open face Staring at the waking world Maybe she?s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle
Übersetzung: Wright, Lizz. Blue Rose.
