She’s no longer a bird
She’s no longer a doll
She’s not your thing,
Not your tool,
Not your twinkle, twinkle little star
Time flies
And now,
stars flying
Moon’s shining
Sun with it’s heat
Earth is speaking
Universe is calling
Calling her
And she’s ready.
Time has come
Time to dance
Up to the sun
Up to the moon
Dance among stars.
Cause baby you know,
That little twinkle, twinkle little star,
Is slowly dying behind a bar
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