Slow the world to the pace of the growing grass,
Listen to the swisper of the spring breezes that pass,
The world is full of color, full of our lives paint,
The world is there, and it can wait,
Freeze that image in your mind, in your head.
Come to me, come back to bed,
Rest your gaze into mine,
Breath me in, all will be fine.
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