A yellow lemon on the floor
the clock it turns from one to another
the shade of the sky changes as clowds flow
it´s good that the rain still had the time to pour down
next to all of the dust in the world.
Lemons in my glass of water, darlin´
just the kind of light to share the sour
the rain just had to catch the moment
pour down to tell the land that
so much is left unsaid and overhead.
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