Miss Strange
Well, there you are hiding in woods,
amidst lilies butterflies,
well, there you are amongst green trees,
my sweet lil flower.
Well , there you are my miss strange,
right there in my dreams.
Well, there you are in my lost blue skies,
like a bright lil star
well, there you are hiding in woods,
amidst lilies butterflies,
well, there you are amongst green trees,
my sweet lil flower.
well, then you come like a morning sun,
bringing warmth and joy
well, then you come like a morning dew,
my drop of pearl
What stayed with you?
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