Vincent Silvertop

Animals decend.
Although each note can be seen
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Orfeus follows dilligently his efimeral destiny,
To the populous city,
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From now on i go to Huma not the desert. Ihave roamed in deserts.

There were parts of me I didnt like, so i turnend into dust under your skirt, humbly serving your intrests.
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Shepherd, the sun tunes the forest poplars, and your lyre.

Rumours in the hills calm you, and a bright exotic bird charms you to a place of the blown candle were she said forever.
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My soul has sought a hand serene.
To hold on.
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So that you life has a meaning.

So that you are not wandering. aimlessly.
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I the tourist of the universe, prophet,

Surpass the obstacles, find relief in the shade.
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This thunder of forms has redirected me in a savagely abstract way

I interpret the symbols.
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I transcend, and overflow with sentiments like clothes in a washing machine.

My will penetrates the universe, its motion affects her face.
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Don't ask the desert, Venus is love.

Rise, love will return you to the mystery
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Like adoring seduction.

Love will find its way to the delta and become satisfied.
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Now i turn my face towards the wind.

Greedy eyes burning, emanating nothing twinkling
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Our interior lights.

Illuminates the profound dark truth.
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My five senses with your will mingle and be divided.
Love go wherever desire goes
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Bird of paradise, you speaker of truth, about the enigma of love.

Dispenser of sugar, and of joy.
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A prohet amongst all was a decision.
If you are fearfull, let the muses guide me.
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Spite my great spectrum.
Rocks may satisfy.
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I want to dive in the foam.

To see.
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Loves streets are wide.

I am a silent cherry tree flowering in the garden.
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I climbed to the top.

There was nobody there.
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