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Winter whispers wonder water bouncing and gentle through oceans of skin And pretty music imagines you in me, by the laughing dark full moon clouds asking where is his bed? Come to my tiny dream And this time dance in my morning Sing under the storm The light blue rain of joy Pretend as if a sad sky loved us With cold silent sludge We are warm Silly Always hot like summer when we are together.
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