They are the cheerleaders in your team
Carrying pom-poms as your queen
The prom queen of some enchanted evening
Your lady like the song in the night
You dine with them through your eyes as rosebuds
Licking lollipops or ice cream
This verse flashes before my eyes of a tear-eyed boy
Covered by a strawhat holding a melting ice cream in a cone
You marry her under a veil like an Indian Maiden
With the red spot on her forehead the only point that shows
Then she disappears like a hissing cobra
With only traces of her skin, left by your flute
She is the ball of string with pieces you pick up on the way
To pull back to hatch the anchor on some foreign shore
It will serve as your guide, this ball of string
Through knots you tie at every fold
Feathers beneath your pillow to tide you through your dreams
As you awaken, your placebo in every beginning
With every cloud and sunshine from point to point
She is the pot of gold in your rainbow
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