Kiss me one more time sweet wind about your hair I feel it slide along the passionate boulevard of your arm
I am not as sensitive as you are sublime ask any question your brave heart desires
It is not that hard to lay down in your arms and listen to the music of your sweet and many charms
I watched the sun rise I watched it set and I watched your face change from mud to cement
Beauty does not last it lurches and it skirts it flirts and it yawns and leaves us howling like beasts at God
Love is natural nature is proud the river rolls by us and doesn't make a sound
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