Gently quiet and breathtakingly unaware of who's here and who's there
Summertime madness it is, making her wish for a better future and brighter today
Murmuring her blues into an ocean of positively negative proportions
Honey she named her daughter, what can you say
Every time you look into her eyes you see it; the happiness, the emotions, the long narrative
Tell her with me
Tell her to be here, there, and everywhere
Tell her to allow life to fly within herself
Tell her to let love bloom, to spring back and to forget what's been told and untold
and promise her some more honey
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