She is a dying dandelion floating on the breeze Swirling sweetly in the evening She is the stars glowing gorgeously She is the sloping clouds
Forever scrolling Unfolding
She is the sun burned blue and shadows on the moon She is the morning dew Dangling on leaves leaking into streams
Forever flowing Unfolding No one can say her name
Now she sits and sings something about my dreams Hours go by before she looks at me She breaks my heart As I open my eyes to drink the melon sky
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