This old sun has turned it's eyes, I think he smiled at me
I'm not bored or self-assured but I think I can see
All of the trees make music for me, as green as the grass leading out to the sea
And in that time, so quiet divine, the foamiest friend is mine.
And all the world that you knew wants to give the breeze to you
It's a carousel of youth oh what a companion!
And all the loves that you find are the seagulls in your mind
Always greet you right on time, and it's so deceptive
I don't mind sayin' it again, but oh there they go.
Velvet washer, pleasure softer than a pillow spread
Closing eyes, I see them flying their shape is always red.
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