You and I are the hill dwellers
The garden beckons us with rusted gates
Purple shadows of course
Fruit salad on trees
We are lost on foot
Tropical heat, tropical repeat
Bugs and snakes
Was that a stone lion?
Stars twinkling in the river
My girlfriend is insane
A necessity of course
Climbing up a tree
I see the dark side of the moon
There is peace here
I have dirt upon me
Open myself up, let's dance
Footprints on my soul
My mate is that
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