Sway,
In your garden,
Your way,
Your hips,
Are petals,
For the winds caress,
If stars were flowers,
They would be swaying,
Glisten like diamonds,
Her love is dreaming,
Sway,
In the field,
Of your dreams,
If stars were flowers,
They would be swaying,
Glisten like diamonds,
Your love is dreaming
Reynaldo Casison
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