Mary Poppins by Snuff
Gusting through the trees.
Whips up the leaves.
But it ain't Mary Poppins,
And it ain't E.T.
Just words hanging in the air,
words hanging on the breeze.
Words hanging in the air,
words set free.
Just for a minute I let my mind slip.
Just for a second I let my heart trip.
The hairs stood up on the back of my neck.
Imagination had the better of me,
'cos it,
Weren't Mary Poppins,
and it weren't E.T.
Just words hanging in the air,
words hanging on the breeze.
Words changed to your heart,
rush through the trees.
Words hanging in the air.
Words set free.
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