Some nights I’ll fall out of the air,
Returned to Earth after my trips
Out on the high seas of a dream.
The lighted candle isn’t there,
This place’s name’s not on my lips
I can’t recall or name a thing.
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My home, my home,
please stay with me.
The day is highlighted there
in the calendar
Marked with my favorite color.
Your name, written anywhere,
deserves nothing less
and everything more than this.
I watch the days pass me by
as I float downstream,
the sun turning my skin brown.
Sometimes the river-wise birds
Let me paint their wings
The color I gave your name.
