beautiful little flower,
you shine like a star in the night,
all who look into your eyes,
become a prisoner of your light;
I know your dreams,
yours and mine are one,
if I could find a way,
I’d give you the earth, the moon,
and the sun;
too much time,
you could never know where I’ve been,
too many burned out bridges,
to ever go that way again;
sarong-ha-ni-da.
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