A small lake
Not many know
But I know her like home
Every color she has each season
How her plants smell
How her bees hum across her reflection
In her I see myself
Light, aquamarine colors
With the white sun beaming down on her face
She'll never not be beautiful
And I will enjoy her while she is here.
Not many know
But I know her like home
Every color she has each season
How her plants smell
How her bees hum across her reflection
In her I see myself
Light, aquamarine colors
With the white sun beaming down on her face
She'll never not be beautiful
And I will enjoy her while she is here.
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