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She's the gentle wind from the east, When you are in the field of daisies. A kite of dreams, Where I can feel the love beneath my wings, Her embrace and guidance, Are as clear as the weekend's sun. Wider than the horizon, Greener than the grassland. I know sometimes I feel lost and weary, But she told the clingy fairies to dance with me. I was lost in the colors of rainbows, Infatuated by the butterflies and yellows. She knew my hues and bruise, She's always there even though my world is bemused. I try and try to fly As high as she painted my blue sky. Though I fell so many times, Into her barehand, I sounded like a chime. The flying hand-bat in the morning Is endlessly and forever be living. Will be cherished, written on my palm And I will play it again and again when I have my own good son.
