But the sand isn't soft
if you don't give me a morning tea
your sleepy tears, the places
where we have fun in the stars.
And it's six o'clock, my baby
and I watch you like a golden film
dreaming, laughing flowers
shinning a non method for beating
'cause your heart is the sun
of the entire galaxy.
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¡Haz ruido y escríbeme algo! No pasa que tu sonido no se armonice con el mío.