Paroles de Desires Part II
My world floats like the cloudson a pale heaven through the empty days
of reality, my feeble palms long for to grip
the shade of uncommon valley where
I can sell my heart
for hopes and desirer of an eternal love,
that comes like the dream.
Spring to the crisped areas of my soul.
that comes like the dream.
Spring to the crisped areas of my soul.
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