It is like a windy day in the middle of orange autumn
It rustles up the leaves
Swirling, twirling bursts of red, gold on satin brown
It is like a cool breeze over your naked shoulder
Whispers of secret breath and hidden truths
Caressing a tortured soul perhaps, nurturing an aching heart
It is anger, it is mad love, it is raging jealousy
Jumping on a black canvas of the sky
High
High
High
And he sings "look how the shine for you"
I could touch the stars
I could tickle the man in the moon!
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