She has bluebells in her hair and eyes of winter grey (stay, stay with me)

She tells tales in whispers, her voice a fragile note (you are never alone)

She lives in a dream and hands you her lies (it's so hard to say good-bye)

She has glitter on her lashes and pink painted lips (kiss, kiss me)

Diamonds in her palms, star-bursts in her soul (no longer whole)

Hurricane hearts, swept away (stay, stay, stay....) 

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