Saskatchewan farmer's field
hands behind my head
feet crossed at the heels.
Breathing in quietly a vicarious life
(I know he worked hard for this.)
Waiting for the lightning to strike into my heart.
Colours of the sky,
the holy grail of art.
hands behind my head
feet crossed at the heels.
Breathing in quietly a vicarious life
(I know he worked hard for this.)
Waiting for the lightning to strike into my heart.
Colours of the sky,
the holy grail of art.
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