It’s for the blond hair…

She’s ignoring me

my heart won’t set me free

love inside my dreams

is not just like how it seems

her shoulder is my pillow

without her I have no fellow

hair is blond

eyes are blue

it’s the sea where I can’t find you

apple cheeks

and skin is brightly white colored

you are made of snow in the middle of summer.

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