A red carnation blossoming
Beautifull like you
Admited in to my inner sacred temple
We have thrown all the merchants from the temple now its time for us, jesus might come down from the cross reborn
Time for us to diferentiate junk from songs and choose those we like
The one that is aceptable
I can only be reached with by tenderness
My inner lock and key to my vast domain of forest which encloses my song, cannot be violated, only with concent by tender actions not with rape and pilage
delicacy grace this affair requires it
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