I blockthe whisperwith a cigarette.You play peek-a-boo with your eyebehind a curlso playful.
Curtain




I blockthe whisperwith a cigarette.You play peek-a-boo with your eyebehind a curlso playful.
We are swept away in the dance. Rhythms – of every kind. With every turn you and the whole world I conquer.
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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