it has become
the red tulips dance
with us flattering ourself
in the garden of music
together - are we
were we - together
drawing the past in the eyes of
our beloved
whilst everything turned yellow
in the ears of the monkey
did we press our fists into
the eyes of the kids
yet the green tune from the bass
reached for a hopeful tomorrow
united we can - can we
- i'll be there
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