Like in the garden of starrs, my inner fires cry through, many a siren filled land that will teach me dancing, and to follow the comands of Orfeus.Metamorphise into an orchid and not a spider and live in bliss in a palace luck will play cards forever with want in it till he says hey ho le jugular...., with tropical plants, and honest with my heart. speak the language of my dream, space of a reptile.slowlly, cover me with your language of love, inspire me to present to you, gifts of love to seduce you into my heart.
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