If I could bottled the smell of the wet land after the rain
I’d make it a perfume and send it to your house
If one in a million stars suddenly will hit satellite
I’ll pick some pieces, they’ll be on your way
In a far land across
You’re standing at the sea
Then the wind blows the scent
And that little star will there to guide me
If only I could find ...
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