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we wish
Mystical moons dance upon the forest floor
sparkling stars shine every where we go
ripples of beauty stand still in time
while some quiet violet bluebells are scared and can't dance
we wish to reside with the trees and the mystical silver nights
and always pray for stars that breathe like gentle flames
we need to let the bluebells dance amongst the roses
we need to sail away to a world of peach lullabies
blossoming roses are not always as free as we see
we can run forwards and still our feet stick like glue
our wings may be crushed under dark dangerous volcanoes
while the shimmering sensitive suns avoid our souls
dreaming seems to create daggers of hurt in mountains
we look at doves and we look at daisies and we see gentleness
Seeing pink warmth and feeling cold clouds creates tears
If only magic dreams lived in the daisies and the doves
sparkling stars shine every where we go
ripples of beauty stand still in time
while some quiet violet bluebells are scared and can't dance
we wish to reside with the trees and the mystical silver nights
and always pray for stars that breathe like gentle flames
we need to let the bluebells dance amongst the roses
we need to sail away to a world of peach lullabies
blossoming roses are not always as free as we see
we can run forwards and still our feet stick like glue
our wings may be crushed under dark dangerous volcanoes
while the shimmering sensitive suns avoid our souls
dreaming seems to create daggers of hurt in mountains
we look at doves and we look at daisies and we see gentleness
Seeing pink warmth and feeling cold clouds creates tears
If only magic dreams lived in the daisies and the doves
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