LYRIC

Looking through a telescope
At a letter in an envelope
I can't make out what she wrote
I guess i will never know

Like a precious stone
High on my mind
Sitting on her throne
High on my mind
Eyes of indigo
High on my mind

Lying on the river bed
Her hair just like unwinding thread
She swims up stream
No place to be
Then she floats down peacefully

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