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Comments about Arya Sun
We were like yellow, red, blue
We were like a Rubik's cube
And every time they'd switch along our place
I'd rearrange the colors on your face
We were like the hundred acre woods.
Fly my kite across your tree bark
Tigger hop into my heart
Make it so that I need you to start
My race between you and my cocoon
Make me into dragonfly
Make it so I need your wings for sky
Make our world into moon.
Mix tapes into hopscotch
Take my hair for a lock
I will find you a garden key.
Please, take me as your Mary, Collin.
Skip your rocks across...