Our World
The moon does not want to go
It does not want to end the spell
The sun does not want to rise
It does not want the lovers to part
Tell a butterfly your secret
That it may send it to the gods
In time can your desire become a reality
That silvery night is too short
And the air not warm enough
Tell it that you wish for love to bloom
Like the lusty apple tree
Never moved by the seasons four
For the time spent together is not wasted
Our tomorrows are in our hands
We get to choose the outcome of the future
A perfect world like the wind told me about
Only my imagination can take me to
And no words have no words to describe.
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