The muse
The muse
gold to all her surfin silvers
at the gate
Ich hatte einen Traum
Für Dich möchte ich sein
in the prebird voices
diamonds open seals
SHE and what SHE holds
inter stellar and suns
there was a kiss
woven in their hands
sweetness in velvet
the sacred sign of our flame
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