Where you go
My heart goes with you...
One Sunday
On an island
Beneath a southern sky
There was a little girl
Standing in the mist
Hearing stories of mermaids
Far far away...
"I would be a mermaid
I would sing to myself
The whole of the day
With a comb of pearl
I would comb my hair
And catch the sun
From rocks
Splashed in sea mist"
Blessings
Yaya
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