the dreaming |
The rose is not afraid to blossom |
I believe there is a morning after |
And the forgetting defines me, yeah |
The voices just gather to sing |
Make a light in this bottomless night |
Got you a fast horse, darling |
Locked in our hearts are secrets |
it's a hard day for dreaming |
fireflies when summer is overdue |
And you can touch me there |
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