I'm the wild worry wandering,
Tugging at the happiness
That your cornfields waved away
With yellows and greens.
I'm the breeze winding slowly
Through the windmills' sails
That the wind blew away
In the reds of the oranges.
I'm a vagabond travelling,
Hanging onto the memories
That your river washed away
In your blues, unravelling.
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