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My Friend |
Just
like a breath of morning, purple magick dawning |
can
you know the dream I always will dream |
Can
you see me my friend |
Then
come laughing, dancing, to the song the wind sings |
Barefoot
girl of beads and paper rings, fairy tale things, |
my
friend |
So
my love, if when you cry, you feel me touch you |
I'm
not tryin to catch you, it's just to let you know I'm here by you |
My
lady, Venus, child of tomorrow, Madonna, Love is who you are |
my
star... my friend |
So
my love, if when you cry, you feel me touch you |
I'm
not tryin to catch you, it's just to let you know I'm here by you |
come
with me now, come softly, as in this endless changing, |
of
patterns swiftly flying, ever being born, and dying |
of
doubting while believing, with the rest content with sleeping |
and
only children still listening, to the sounds of silence sighing |
to
find that knowing is not knowing, |
and
your days are colors flashing |
and
your circles all start to spiraling, |
and
the thoughts you think are so amusing, |
and
baby the mind you had, someone is using |
should
this trip become confusing, |
Take
my hand, hear me again, |
I do love you, my friend
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