"...quando para mucho mi amore de felice corazón..."
so here I sit without a name
yet there all heaven knows
still thinking, feeling all the same
as lips are singed by coals
oh tender love you know me too
without the push and pull
our airborne hearts that sail in view
find drink until they're full
and soon oh soon the day will come
where there and here are one
when veil is torn and we become
the beauty neath the sun
~moses apollo
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