White and blue

Fast and spiral

The tingling of giggle

The flash of brilliance


I hold my love tonight

No money for a show

Under the rain

She is smiling

I promised her

To twerk the light of the world

Only for her

I promised her

A glimpse of flaming falling trees

I promised her

Sounds of thick timbre

If only she says I do

She has done it

So, showman lightning

It’s over to you.

By Minstrel

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