Like a bluebird on a mystic branch
I await the light of your mescaline moon
Violet moon in a desert dream
Ships made of starlight
Your beauty is astral blue
Your hair shines with wings
Visions deeper than Aldous Huxley
Quiet fade away
Purged like amber marble
Another gypsy whisper
Hear the soft voices
Flowers of the future
Squeeze my hand
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