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 cords, 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, abandoning reflextions is what makes you sad.
Let me see your drawings, let me read your book, let us enjoy life, let me whistle with you.
Would you be so gently 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 spring
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