Maybe I'm a Bohemian queen
My head upon lonely dunes
My yesterdays scattered far behind
With the things I never knew
Maybe I'm a hummingbird
Singing a mystical tune
Like honey on the lips of love
And the things I never knew
Maybe I am manifest
Something like divine
With my paper bag full of dreams
To rest this weary head at night
With these things I never knew
Maybe I'm becoming
Golden clay before Your throne
With the hands that shaped the heavens
Pulling gently at my bones
Maybe I am manifest
Something like divine
With this paper bag full of dreams
To rest this weary head at night
With the things I never knew
Who is this woman
Her eyes are full of dew
Maybe she's a miracle
Of the things I never knew
All the things I never knew
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Maybe I'm a Bohemian queen
My head upon lonely dunes
My yesterdays scattered far behind
With the things I never knew
Maybe I'm a hummingbird
Singing a mystical tune
Like honey on the lips of love
And the things I never knew
Maybe I am manifest
Something like divine
With my paper bag full of dreams
To rest this weary head at night
With these things I never knew
Maybe I'm becoming
Golden clay before Your throne
With the hands that shaped the heavens
Pulling gently at my bones
Maybe I am manifest
Something like divine
With this paper bag full of dreams
To rest this weary head at night
With the things I never knew
Who is this woman
Her eyes are full of dew
Maybe she's a miracle
Of the things I never knew
All the things I never knew
My head upon lonely dunes
My yesterdays scattered far behind
With the things I never knew
Maybe I'm a hummingbird
Singing a mystical tune
Like honey on the lips of love
And the things I never knew
Maybe I am manifest
Something like divine
With my paper bag full of dreams
To rest this weary head at night
With these things I never knew
Maybe I'm becoming
Golden clay before Your throne
With the hands that shaped the heavens
Pulling gently at my bones
Maybe I am manifest
Something like divine
With this paper bag full of dreams
To rest this weary head at night
With the things I never knew
Who is this woman
Her eyes are full of dew
Maybe she's a miracle
Of the things I never knew
All the things I never knew
Writer: Kristin Rykse
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