Before the bottle of champagne,we kneel...We kindle the thirst, grow drunk.....Passion lights the candles, of lust...A tub with petalsof roses, a scent of madness....Bodies burn sweetly in the fire...Lips, fire-quenchers, melt the glacier...The miracle, wildly...storms the seventh heaven...Dawn casts the stars aside...To sing of another night...
If my eyes cry tonight Do not feel guilty for my tears.... If my lips grow dry, do not groan, my soul...
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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