two swans that are twins
they glide gently past my eyes
oh come back come back
hidden under green
and yet I can still see them
they are close and far
imagine softness
they are not to be touched
by me anyway
could it be i can
probably not they would run
they would not be here
oh come back come back
they glide gently past my eyes
two swans that are twins
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