She's sweet stuff
She sings to feel
The moon in her shine
luminous through the clouds
She's sweet stuff
She sings
like the magic of butterflies
She's sweet stuff
When she sings
Her notes lilt
From bird to bird
To transcend the world's pain
And sing in their own way
She's sweet stuff
The honey of rain
Reynaldo Casison
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