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end of a Saturday
The sun is doused in a black smoke
The air is turning yellow
The green is getting brighter
The end of a saturday
Blink again and it's a little darker
Looks like i live a little longer
I can feel it turning but
I am standing still
I hear the leaves blowing but
I am lying in a poppy feild
I don't think it's coming but
It will find me here(if it's coming it will find me here)
If it picks me up
I will
If it picks me up
I will
If it picks me up
I will
