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Painting the sky, in your secret room
Painting an eye, painting your own days
You should write a book, you may write a song, with all that poetry under your coat.
First go over the lyrics and then go over the chords, or you can draw the notes before singing the tune.
Heart from the forest, spirit soft as wind
That's why you blossom like flowers in the spring
You could be a painting, you could be a tale, you could be a movie about balloons and games.
Writing your own story is what makes you glad, leaving back reflections is what makes you sad.
Let me see your drawings, let me read your book, let's enjoy this life, let me whistle with you.
Would you be so gentle to sit next to me, when would you let me give you a kiss?
Heart from the forest, spirit soft as wind
That's why you blossom like flowers in the, flowers in the...