Shrewd Spring / DecaosDondi

The playful spring walks in the meadow
I paint flowers with a flying dress
I don't think she's going to remainder much longer.
If the sun feels everywhere

She whispers her golden magic glow
The summertime lord loves you madly
Look over there, he's in a hurry.
And you're inactive a bitch and you don't know it.

I see something on the horizon.
warm has a lico not even ugly
But I don't have a beginning.
his feelings most likely summer