How to get the roses to fall
And how to get the rose petals to love
But most of all how you get the roses to fall
And fly with the wind of the sunset sky.
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Baby Blue, My Butterfly Moon, and The Rose Petals of the Moon
PoetryEven if the baby blue runs out of tune it will always be me, you, us, and the moon no matter where our dreams might falter it will always be you and me in the dark blue of the night waters where it will leave us kissing without telling and loving wi...
Flying with the wind
How to get the roses to fall
And how to get the rose petals to love
But most of all how you get the roses to fall
And fly with the wind of the sunset sky.
