Helping hand for my inner search
Would you become a lurch
For once warm in your arms
Breaking distance between me and Mars
Whirlwind of violent thoughts
Finding in me a silent across
Beauty you make out of my mind
Thought I was on the same kind
Maybe now I have ten thousand years
Also wanting to rip off your fears
Unlocking me the way to the otherside
Will I miss your sweet lips
Always waiting for the next eclipse
Mountouk no more as rendezvous
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