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Beautiful
I want to be beautiful.
I want to be in a red dress,
walking in the sun unstressed.
I want to be the sound of the ocean meeting the land,
and the feeling of feet in the sand.
I want to be the wind that rustles the leaves,
swaying the branches of the tallest trees.
When the radio plays songs that sound like velvet of a dark blue hue, or even red velvet too,
I want them to remember me.
I want them to hum along to my memory.
I want to be in a red dress,
walking in the sun unstressed.
I want to be the sound of the ocean meeting the land,
and the feeling of feet in the sand.
I want to be the wind that rustles the leaves,
swaying the branches of the tallest trees.
When the radio plays songs that sound like velvet of a dark blue hue, or even red velvet too,
I want them to remember me.
I want them to hum along to my memory.
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