She said to be still.
I listened of course.
Joana, joana, joana.
That's her name.
So sweet to hear it.
Joana, joana, joana.
A ripple in a pond.
A footprint in the snow.
An eyelash on my finger in which I will blow.
Blow away and I make a wish.
Try to remember the feel of Joana's kiss.
She tells me to go.
I'm losing again.
Joana.
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