There is something in the air
I thought climbing the stair
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I pray to goddess gods and devils,
they refuse me any deal.
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Cover not mine eyes
oh lion o' fire
whilst thy revealing light,
Beltane spirit heat
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Falling is the path you seek,
folly is the vast you see.
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We made a recipe
your dad and me;
a rose for puckered lips,
and dappled sunlight
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Spring time in Australia,
wattle's fallen from the trees.
Aphrodite tea-trees flower,
welcoming 'all hallows eve'.
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lets go to Broome
we'll elope
not catholic who
needs the pope
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