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￭ Damn the rain
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I fly you with my thought in joy
And the world oddly ties my dreams
To a azure mane tantric horse
So that I dream of us falling from the sky.
Impetuously I admire you from my bench in the park
And attentively I unknot you from the moon
When through the moonbeams with a bow
and with a fragile crazy arrow you look at me.
One more inch I step towards you
To feel how you smile me, simply,
With the lips towards my kiss,
Under the fullest moon.
Star and dream and fly over the absolute,
Stealthy sensations fill us
Whitely caressing our clay wingsÖ
Let`s fly towards happiness!
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