Alas! ! !
Your fruits bewitch the flawless soul
Your frame restrains the royal one.
Where are you from my humble giraffe?
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The journey, so short, so long it was that metamorphosed me, like the butterfly I am.
The run, so long, too long, I died each moment, gazing at the endless skies, captured in sleepless dreams of hope I might turn to that Dove..
I ran, we ran away from the short journey that changed our world.
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Venom In The Tree
Alas! ! !
Your fruits bewitch the flawless soul
Your frame restrains the royal one.
Where are you from my humble giraffe?
As calm and bold like the Murray river,
flowing in perfect harmony with nature.
There you are shooting as the star, yes that star I saw in your eyes
Your fruits bewitch the harmless soul
like eve the fruit could not resist
refrain you must oh precious one
There is venom in the tree