Young in warm weather, I am
The sea loves it when I laugh
She sends her waves my way
She sends her arms my way
Progressed moon
Growing in warm weather, I am
Under these promising luminaries
The sky loves it when I sing, and dance
She sends all her jewels to invigorate me
One day, after he’s found his jingle
Adventures merely into his existence
The progressed moon will shine, upon
The one’s who’ve waited for the dawn
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