This girl is more than a wildflower.
She finds only herself when looking up.
She dances in the streets when it begins to rain.
Her eyes are as blue as the stormiest ocean.
Her smile is as brilliant as the freshest spring days.
Each night brings darkness, but she only sees light.
She finds her own path in the midst of the forest.
Even when the sunrise has come through and through.
She never stops dreaming for the sentence of you.
When the sun comes up and our dreams go away;
When the sun comes up and takes away the nebulas;
When the sun comes up, she stills finds a way to be stargazing.
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