Harpa Andrei Poems

A hundred nights can’t bring me back
Myself of your sex
In which I felt so fast
Only to realize it’s spell
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Take a ride 12 to 6
7 days trough the mountain
Of disarray, of disarray
Lose control of your mind
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Put my thoughts in a box
Till I’m back to my original plan
Oh the ride through my mind
Between all those black holes of sound
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In the semblance of the wild
Outspreading bought of enchantment
Dancing in your colors
So magnificent they gain my attention
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Night rise with such a lie
Let me destroy your life
I don’t like their sound and sight
And how we’re left high and dry
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