
I tiptoe around this, my d r e a m garden as you undress my thoughts with d e f t hands a bright blue M o o n just won’t stop shining even as the t i m e comes to w a k e u p
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I tiptoe around this, my d r e a m garden as you undress my thoughts with d e f t hands a bright blue M o o n just won’t stop shining even as the t i m e comes to w a k e u p