Rain fell over the savannah
as I painted him with my hand
falling from the darkening bark
ink pooled at my weary feet
king mufasa has left us, shouts
igniting the sad purple skies.
Rain fell over the savannah
as I painted him with my hand
falling from the darkening bark
ink pooled at my weary feet
king mufasa has left us, shouts
igniting the sad purple skies.
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