She plays with her pretty porcelain toys,
and she breathes in the sweet spring breezes,
and the wind and the waves are the only noise.
She took a bite of the fruit and the colors exploded,
and her mind filled with dancers twirling,
and her voice sang the song of the songbird singing its song to its lover in the neighboring tree.
Show me, show me your love so true and so pure
your hair so soft - your hair so long,
and sing me the melody of our own song
that we wrote through the ages long ago.
and she breathes in the sweet spring breezes,
and the wind and the waves are the only noise.
She took a bite of the fruit and the colors exploded,
and her mind filled with dancers twirling,
and her voice sang the song of the songbird singing its song to its lover in the neighboring tree.
Show me, show me your love so true and so pure
your hair so soft - your hair so long,
and sing me the melody of our own song
that we wrote through the ages long ago.
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