My Heart is Acting at Your Please
My head is soking with the weed
My hairs the wind shall feed
My heart is acting at your please
The rain is kissing the leaves
The sky is swirling black
The dreams are coming back
Oh don't you, darling, don't you tease
The wind is chewing the lingering leaves
I've got no expectations and I won't redeem
I'm riding the rainbows to the station of dreams
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