She speaks softly
trots gaily
and dances
like a wild horse
She is the closest
to me
She is the farthest
away
She's like a dream
so real
so strange
vanishing
If she scratched the sky
diamonds would rain
And should I be so lucky to catch one
firmly in my grasp
I would happily tie it tightly
round her ring finger
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