Dancing through a grandiose field of wildflower
We stumble across a river of hypnotising water
Getting lost in our very own vortex and spinning hour
If the sun is gone, then let him be our father
And the moon, and her nightingale, let her embrace us as our godmother
For the stars never sleep even though they shiver
And we will never bleed as long as we're together.
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