What is it, holding me
Deep inside, thoughts of thee?
Is it mind, flying free,
Playing cards, tickling me?
Through the mist, blinded eyes,
In my heart lie no lies,
Crackling thee, fusing me,
Fire's lights deep flame me.
Is my mind leading light
To my heart fighting hard?
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When your heart tells you them things - LISTEN