Moving wheels and flowers growing
Passing thoughts of you alike
Getting through my inner shelf
You knock the door but there is no answer
You pinch my face and there's no response
Welcome to the other side
No hard feelings left you hope
You're as pretty as the stars from my window
Aerial figure in the soft morning breeze
A true goddess with no mask
A portrait paint in bright watercolors
Give hapiness that we both once cherished
Play with me your old naughty games
Sing to me your favorite tune
Take away my bitter taste
Sing to me your favorite tune
Take away my bitter taste
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