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And sat on beaches when children play The mountain sky as long as day And spied on people's timid dreams And countless sands and endless green And crystal bead-words in her eyes How all the dead words made you high In perfumed plains, a seabird flies You and I... we'll make great friends In distant messages I've read In traveling bands and strangers' beds A butterfly flies so amused Like from her hair in crimson hues And crystal bead-words in her eyes How the dead words made you high In perfumed plains, the seabird flies You and I, you and I... we'll make great friends We'll make great friends And psychedelic, electric rain It gently falls through her brain Young flower nightfall closed her hands Her tripper ship, it touched the sand And crystal bead-words in her eyes How the dead words made you high In perfumed plains, the seabird flies You and I, you and I... But in the forest Letras de cancionesAnd twisted in colors Tossed in the mirrors In leaping laughter I need a miracle I need a miracle I need a miracle... From Letras Mania