The only place I can see your face is inside my secret country
I met you in the garden of ideas. At first you weren't clear, just a whisper in my ear.
I'm flying high, but you're flying me like a kite. When you pull at those strings.. My heart sings, my heart sings
Tell me o muse why am I so confused? Stars in my eyes are luring me to only love what's out of reach.
The fortune that was made up here was made of sticks and discarded bits. The fortune that was made up here was made of glass, worth its weight in heart. Was art.
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Rachael Byrnes musician, singer songwriter, performer