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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 and leaking into streams.
Forever flowing, unfolding, no one can say her name.
Now she sits and sing 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.
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 and leaking into streams.
Forever flowing, unfolding, no one can say her name.
Now she sits and sing 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.