Memoirs ( din daa theen da)Hot is fire hotter than words Starglas thumbs will make I stepped away for him to play I light of The reverbatory I scruple to predict a path I a rosé a mountain a dragon
The fog in The mourning mist has gone up The river slow
My feet are red as well as heart the story need not to to be long but it will take a long while to make i short you speak i listen, i hear you write, we compose live yourself wild in my fairytale Tala steps play The tabla to my dance i will folow your rythm to extase
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