Down south to warmer skies…
Until they again arise…
Their beauty I’ll keep alive…
Down south to warmer skies…
Until they again arise…
Their beauty I’ll keep alive…
It's not a wave
Its a tsunami
We are howling for justice.
It's not a wave
Its a tsunami
We are howling for justice.
What are they? Fruit flies?
What are they? Fruit flies?