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Jubilee
Some claim it's a painted dream
flowers in the attic
glowing
in an ever wayward breeze
but I can taste the warmth
a heartfelt jubilee
caressing the fringes of my soul
I'm transported into your mind,
floating as you're submerged
neck deep in waters
churning about the sea
awaiting
with the strawberry
to taste, to kiss
a passion
that was meant to be
I'm wild, I'm electric
I'm free
everything and anything
it was meant to be
a promise and a song
moonlight and a ship
firecrackers fill the sky
heavenly descent
in the arms of magnolia
we don't have to cry
not alone, not here
we won't have to cry
flowers in the attic
glowing
in an ever wayward breeze
but I can taste the warmth
a heartfelt jubilee
caressing the fringes of my soul
I'm transported into your mind,
floating as you're submerged
neck deep in waters
churning about the sea
awaiting
with the strawberry
to taste, to kiss
a passion
that was meant to be
I'm wild, I'm electric
I'm free
everything and anything
it was meant to be
a promise and a song
moonlight and a ship
firecrackers fill the sky
heavenly descent
in the arms of magnolia
we don't have to cry
not alone, not here
we won't have to cry
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