Between you and me To my baby lady-lady love What's not just between you and me is that this is nature. You have the gardens and the forests to show you, why can't you see, did you need them to look like you? The beach sand gets stumped on, castles are built on and with it, the sand rises becomes supreme structure and falls. The water comes and goes, promises to come again but doesn't stay for long. The beach sand gets stumped on, by feet, by bums by rain that feels like rocks, by rain that hits and spreads. Each grain is lonely, its tired of what happens to it, it now knows the way nature is. So smile, smooth as an expensive tile. You build your own priceless staircase to your goals. To my baby lady-lady love can I call you ambition? Since birth, you were born into what seems like an ambush. From your species to others metaphysical or otherwise, from the natural order, the unseen to nature. It does not have to be an ambush not anymore, it was an overload of information but you took it all. Amber is my excitement for you, a fossilized ancient tree resin Ambition my excitement knows you have learned of nature the unseen and whats there.
Between you and me

To my baby 
lady-lady love
What's not just between you and me is that this is nature.
You have the gardens and the forests to show you,
why can't you see, did you need them to look like you?

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Between you and me To my baby lady-lady love What's not just between you and me is that this is nature. You have the gardens and the forests to show you, why can't you see, did you need them to look like you? The beach sand gets stumped on, castles are built on and with it, the sand rises becomes supreme structure and falls. The water comes and goes, promises to come again but doesn't stay for long. The beach sand gets stumped on, by feet, by bums by rain that feels like rocks, by rain that hits and spreads. Each grain is lonely, its tired of what happens to it, it now knows the way nature is. So smile, smooth as an expensive tile. You build your own priceless staircase to your goals. To my baby lady-lady love can I call you ambition? Since birth, you were born into what seems like an ambush. From your species to others metaphysical or otherwise, from the natural order, the unseen to nature. It does not have to be an ambush not anymore, it was an overload of information but you took it all. Amber is my excitement for you, a fossilized ancient tree resin Ambition my excitement knows you have learned of nature the unseen and whats there.

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