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If all the love shining inside of me blazed into stars
what a brightness it would be
if all the dreams locked in my last chamber cried through guitars
what a wolf howl it would free.
If all the ghosts haunting inside of me crept underground
what an earthquake it would be
if all the wild hunger trapped in within turned into sound
what a roaring it would free.
If only you could dare to touch my flames
then you would feel me bleed inside your veins
and all your world would float and be so warm
if only you could dance into my storm!
Such a fire it would be
it would burn you to the bones
if all the lust inside of me
turned into flames
lit your unknowns.
Such a sea storm it would be
it would wet you to the soul
if all the pain inside of me
turned into waves
swallowed you whole.
light would give back your sight
if love blazed into stars
sounds would give back your flight
if dreams cried through guitars
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