Текст песни Jump, Little Children - Yearling
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I can hear you sleepingLike a softly penned letterThat you plan on keepingSound asleep next to meUnder the ink of a drying skyIf I were a wordsmithA creative licenseTo puncture my journals withI would write of the siteUnder my green poetic eyeI`m a yearlingA callow school boyIn the eyes of loveA pallid virginJust a newbornBarely breathingIn the eyes of loveI`m a yearlingAs I share this pathosThe smothering poemBreathes in a breath of proseBreathe you in and againDizzying features of love rush byCause I`m a yearlingA callow school boyIn the eyes of loveA pallid virginJust a newbornBarely breathingIn the eyes of loveI`m a yearlingTook from a book of blank verseFrom, from these pages I`ve nursedAwakened by the sleeping rhymes of loveCause I`m a yearlingA callow school boyIn the eyes of loveA pallid virginJust a newbornBarely breathingIn the eyes of loveI`m a yearlingJust a new bornBarely breathingIn the eyes of loveI`m a yearling