a small sun behind moon
let me fall down in front of you
if I were it wish I were it
someone opened the eyes of squirrels
so close they jump I stare
if I were you wish you were
a small sun behind moon
let me fall down in front of you
if I were it wish I were it
someone opened the eyes of squirrels
so close they jump I stare
if I were you wish you were
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