I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the — N'Zuri Za Austin
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I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the birds to sing, a tweet, a tweet, times two. And when my busy day is done, I dream sweet dreams of you.

— N'Zuri Za Austin
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