I sit and I wish,
under the gray sky, towards the velvet clouds.
Talking to myself intensely,
concentrating to what matters most.
Each day is a brand new day.
Another time to just sit and wish.
towards the velvet clouds, under the gray sky.
Closing both lids, all coming in,
Owh, how I wish even more when the blue moon is showing,
a rare moment in a static world.
A tiny dust to make a festive in sight.
Come... come.
Don' be afraid; come and join me.
We'll sit and wish together
and frame the future with scattered past and present.
You and I, baby... just you and I.
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