NAPATSORN TREESAP

When it’s rain, it’s time for folklore
And when the time I hit the shore
I know you’ll be here with me
Laughing with the same dream
Crying with the same story
I know you’ll be right here with me
Reading all the Charles Bukowski
A poet and the saddest man who longs to be
A union lover who is meant to be
I’ll be a bird, you’re be the life
Cherish all of the maddest we have been
A storm is just a temporary 
But you’ll be my eternity
We’re dancing along the creek we’re having fun with
A poet and the saddest man who longs to be
Out of the town, we laugh at our own misery
A poet and the saddest man who longs to be
We’ll be right here, a story that’ll be told ’bout love

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