see that girl, walking through the forest
looking so strange and shimmering
doesn't really belong in this place
lift your eyes to the sun
dazzling you and light on your heart
the girl doesn't walk fast
she's got time
she is the time
carrying a flower and in the other hand
in the palm, like a gutter
there's water, caressing
patiently waiting, curling
so clear and deep
you look into it and see everytime something different
the flower, watching what surrounds her
is cautious and fears to be threatened and harmed
but in the end
you can watch the sunflower grow
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