Love come down on earth in the shape of bilitis, so we can make love not war and comune with the birds,
i dont want to lust i want to love, i want to have love, the diference between desires and necesity where is love guiding you to the yellow garden of shady vines covering the doorway to her door, the key is in my hand so i can have you
what cures a brocken heart, the coloured fish in the sea,
seeing double
some delirium memory of childhood nostalgia
historical reference is obvious
some want
some see
some are
some arnt
some are seen
some arnt seen
but dont see me
these heavy beings that cant see
endless fountains of wine
everyones pleased
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