1.
When I was young I wrote that flowers are very slow flames
And you uncovered your breasts often among my images.
2.
Without moonlight or starlight we forgot about love
As we joined the blind ewe and the unsteady horses.
1.
When I was young I wrote that flowers are very slow flames
And you uncovered your breasts often among my images.
2.
Without moonlight or starlight we forgot about love
As we joined the blind ewe and the unsteady horses.
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