How do you reflect is the thing
Do you scatter from a playful pond
Or shoot from a granite shiny
Flow along an evening breeze
And kiss a pack of fluttering leaves
Feel the cheek of a rosy face
Warm the palm of a shivering hand
Tease the night of its singing darkness
How do you reflect is the thing
Do you scatter from a playful pond
Or shoot from a granite shiny
Flow along an evening breeze
And kiss a pack of fluttering leaves
Feel the cheek of a rosy face
Warm the palm of a shivering hand
Tease the night of its singing darkness
How do you reflect is the thing
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