Have a places I never been
It’s mystery and dreams between
I can’t reach alone I don’t know
When change the wind of blow
And crying rain like smaller kids
How exorcism I don’t will pleads
If in your soul let loose the roses?
That answer to our energetic flows
And in your blue magic eyes
Suddenly I found a great prize
Beauty was from me under cover
Now my search of ideal it’s over
dedicate for Sienna Rose Miller
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