When you low, I miss you so
When you high, you blow my mind
When you blow on me, there's a sweet symphony
that sweeter than a can of honey
The sun was up when we create a sweet melody
that sweeter than a cute kid's candy
We used to let the moon to hear our sweet lullaby
that sweeter than a blueberry pie
We used to love to dance together under the pouring
rain
The sky adore us and gave its best picture, rainbow.
But then, you realized that I would no longer be that
pleasing
So you went to the north pole, to where the ourora
belongs
Without any goodbye you let me die
And now, those symphony, melody, and lullaby
are the only things which affectionately accompany me
die.
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