Those flowers in your hand,
you bring me in your imaginary land.
I'm here waiting in your sand,
hoping in your promise that a new brand.
Hello, this words makes me comfortable,
with your smile that makes me thinks,
what if I lost you,
what if I forgot my girl in my imagination.
This prison of your paradise,
that surrounds me with the glaciers and giant ice.
I can be brave, with your magical eyes,
but now I'm still jail in your cast.
Right here next to you,
a promise wouldn't fade,
but it turns to a dark shade,
instead of a mark that paints blue.
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