Yes

you paint the picture with your words.
the world ends before my eyes
and your laugh is bringing me
back to my dreams.

the music is too much
it pulls me into the sky
and I’m drunk on repetition
and relative minors.

so when you ask me
you make the grass grow again
and nothing is dead anymore
yes.

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