She's there, I feel her. What is she trying to say to me? I felt her try to take over. I saw her green eyes as I stared into the rearview mirror; she wants me as much as I need her.
Has she been calling out for me? Am I too lost to hear her plea? After all, how could I ignore her, she is so beautiful and powerful and magical and she shines green. She wears a purple robe, no shoes on her feet; white flowers blooming in her golden hair.
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