The summer night
With the smell of roses and dust.
The moon
With her ancient smile.
Shadows slip into my mind
And dance.
Why do you whisper in my head
When I can see you?
You are the bright yellow flower
That flew in through the window today.
With the smell of roses and dust.
The moon
With her ancient smile.
Shadows slip into my mind
And dance.
Why do you whisper in my head
When I can see you?
You are the bright yellow flower
That flew in through the window today.
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