So much love that life could
Give me, from this moment you come
Unravel my secrets, the joy
Taking the day to day brings the goods
That in full youth, joy
My suffering soul, for thou hast
In the eyes of the power that intoxicates me
On nights that dreams follow zens.
Honey hope looms
A vague sense of quiet before,
The wind brought you, in love,
Drinking makes your lips honey
And tired of my table delicacies
It transforms our dreams into altars ..
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