meadowhay was growing downin white ocean splash
while she was dreaming a melting star eye
he asked that where is the line
where is the sleep wave
vagrant wing danced with turning heads around
while he was touching with his fingertips
meadowhay wisphered in to her cove
her echoes became a child voice
then vibra circles invovled with his mis argon
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