stumble and fall,
down in the ground with tears,
cool down my pain,
capture my motion and I shall be
your; thou standing in
the nightfall dust recalls into
the bedroom
call
oh!
tell me alluring fashion ride
on the wings of
an angles and never gone until I
will be done, in the
evening return I
come to lay down my
passionate arm
fresh down I try,
a hammock of the wonderful
calmness, who have made
the whole and a shield of future
every pathway
of today, lay upon me the
whole that I take
with you
I do love you …
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