She was like the morning dew
A beauty of strange kind
A premium pastel woman
Simple men could never find
Stumbling through the clouds
In her cirrus minor world
Celestial little lady
She picked the accurate chord
She was just like blowing wind
Limitless and everywhere
As gentle as the striking sun breeze
Essence here and body there
Goddess on the beach
Looking straight at me
I’ve just got to be with her
She's just got to see
Echo in the Mirror
Steel mirrors in distorted sun
Arrhythmic applause in the haven
Faces drop and distantly liquefy
On my arms two corpulent ravens
Exodus into desert plains
Landscape calm and silent now
The notes are drifting really slowly
While you stare and ask me “How?”
I tell you why you should ask me “When?”
These are plains of mystery
Seven hundred people scan the land
In search of unexpected prodigy
Bird of Paradise
From red to green
All dies in yellow
When the paradise bird
Sings in the primary forest
If you have the time
You also have freedom
The tower in the window
The tower in the window
Gone
Call upon the bird of paradise
A beauty in violet, on her way to hell
Beautiful lady, hands of light
Her eyes run sad, how could you tell
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