The clouds hang over the mountain tops.
The clouds hang over the mountain tops.
 Little green frog.
Little green frog.
 A cabin, perhaps, isolated from the world.
A cabin, perhaps, isolated from the world.
 Soft and pale like butterfly wings.
Soft and pale like butterfly wings.
 Bloom.
Bloom.
 Take me where the wildflowers grow.
Take me where the wildflowers grow.
 Fresh-picked blueberries, sun-kissed afternoons, and you.
Fresh-picked blueberries, sun-kissed afternoons, and you.
 The beetles salad.
The beetles salad.
 Hisses and slithers.
Hisses and slithers.
 Each flower, I picked for you.
Each flower, I picked for you.
 The ladybug lands upon the purple flower.
The ladybug lands upon the purple flower.
 Petals that stretch.
Petals that stretch.
 By the sea I stand, rolling waves, sea salt drying your skin.
By the sea I stand, rolling waves, sea salt drying your skin.
 Fish wriggling.
Fish wriggling.
 Sunrise silhouette's.
Sunrise silhouette's.
 I wonder, if the sunrise ever looks down and holds its breath, as its beauty takes over the sky.
I wonder, if the sunrise ever looks down and holds its breath, as its beauty takes over the sky.
The clouds hang over the mountain tops.
The clouds hang over the mountain tops.
Little green frog.
Little green frog.
A cabin, perhaps, isolated from the world.
A cabin, perhaps, isolated from the world.
Soft and pale like butterfly wings.
Soft and pale like butterfly wings.
Bloom.
Bloom.
Take me where the wildflowers grow.
Take me where the wildflowers grow.
Fresh-picked blueberries, sun-kissed afternoons, and you.
Fresh-picked blueberries, sun-kissed afternoons, and you.
The beetles salad.
The beetles salad.
Hisses and slithers.
Hisses and slithers.
Each flower, I picked for you.
Each flower, I picked for you.
The ladybug lands upon the purple flower.
The ladybug lands upon the purple flower.
Petals that stretch.
Petals that stretch.
By the sea I stand, rolling waves, sea salt drying your skin.
By the sea I stand, rolling waves, sea salt drying your skin.
Fish wriggling.
Fish wriggling.
Sunrise silhouette's.
Sunrise silhouette's.
I wonder, if the sunrise ever looks down and holds its breath, as its beauty takes over the sky.
I wonder, if the sunrise ever looks down and holds its breath, as its beauty takes over the sky.
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