Wet your thoughts
Wet your eyes dear
Very lonesome
My heart
Takes a trough out of you
I wipe my tears
Folding sides of my spectacle
Warm from my heart
Heed your tenderness doesn't stray
Heed that I am you
Take a flowery bunch
Ripe my pulpy heart sweet
Hum a song like a bee to me
I bloom a moments bloom
Where the season lasts onto the next
Wet, wet your dreams dear
Bloom as Jasmine white to me
A silver in the night
Spreading fragrance to the skies
Where solo my heart swells like a moon
Some enduring nights befalls
Some earn moments frisk away unknown
On some high hills
Lasting its last
Heed that I am you
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