On my rectangular patches of what used to be a mattress
Lies afew kilograms of my 18 year old body
The aura around is calm
But my mind is disturbed
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Sweet sounding song of the French flute
For you I have a long lasting lust
For you;
to Sing a song to sooth my soul
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skin when on my embrace you stay...
Sitted on the banks, legs in the stream
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When you hold my hand
And we kiss in the street
You believe that I'm yours
Locked in a box
...
Of the sound of sickly crickets.
At the mid of the night
O yea cruel sun
...
Can you feel the tenderness of the ground
Tell me you do
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I hear the footsteps from a far
The stampedes shake my heart
From the east, the red sun shows its glamour
The queues stretch far west
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