skin brown solid bone
eyes of tomarrow
let the sorrow
enter into your room
make friendsand say goodbye
touch of the lover
kiss of fire like trembling little wispers in waterfalls of laughter
you know i love you
golden hair skin of sand
born together alone with everything
to impart a memory of tomarrow
of love lost and vision drowned
in the places we call together to meet and drink
together alone with everything
together we can do anything
between the places we meet and times we speak
there is a sound unheard a sight unseen
in the heart has always been
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