| In the mind where only flowers float
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| It’s hard to explain what the real things are
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| How that snow can fall
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| Where’s this night coming from
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| In the mind where only words can play
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| It’s easy to find
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| How you get that rhyme
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| How you find your place
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| There where time is almost erased
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| Oh Nina, could you fall down on my mind
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| Oh Nina, could tell me am I wrong or right
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| Hey sister, could you peel this mask off of my face
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| Oh Nina, Nina come and tell them ‘bout your grace.
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| My heart was shivering
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| Your hands were shivering in the black and white keys
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| Your hair was cut short
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| You were singing about these
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| Feelings, feelings, feelings.
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| Two weeks before
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| I saw the light
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| Heard the sound
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| And the flowers were born,
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| Nothing was locked
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| Through the haze I saw
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| Night danced with the fog.
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| Thank You, Nina. |