Jasmine Sea
Green sleeves gyrate
Toward my face
Charming fragrance
You seem to dress
In a summer too great
Nightingale’s singing
Silver Moon’s revolving
On the Jasmine Sea
With our net too thin
To catch any elegance
In magenta space
Green sleeves gyrate
Toward my face
Charming fragrance
You seem to dress
In a summer too great
Nightingale’s singing
Silver Moon’s revolving
On the Jasmine Sea
With our net too thin
To catch any elegance
In magenta space
And blue mountains’ laugh
You see
I never leave
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
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