Lyrics

Seven days in the week, Pisces enters each one gently Careful not to bruise A single second. An early morning Neptune mist Rises from the sea, A soft white carpet For Pisces to walk upon. Pisces playing the pipes of peace, Painting people with promise, Pouring the world out of a Moonstone.
Writer(s): Mort Garson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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