The girl with braun eyes
keeps dancing on the floor.
She's spinning around and around,
birds and sparks jumping from her dress,
and bouncing on the walls...
But I keep my face to the ground.
The birds seem to fly through me,
and rabbits and elephants
are bouncing everywhere.
And she stands in the middle of all this
like a precious stone on a jewelcase.
But I keep my face to the ground.
And the girl with braun eyes
keeps spinning over the floor,
like a cute and tiny maelstrom
sending everything away...
while my every I and me,
keep our faces to the ground. |
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