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This Sombre Heart Seeks You
Every night,the tenebrous land of my inner existence invades my last waking thought. Once more this somber heart seeks you.. It seeks for you 'neath the silhouette of each sakura tree and in the slow rise of an iridescent moon over the horizon. It seeks for you through ashes, and embers of a sky's shooting star and through mist which spreads your name on my window-pane. This sombre heart seeks you through lonely tear drops which fall gently like scented lavender on a worn out pillow-case. Every night,desires and illusions live their reality. I make love to the wind,to the sand,to the shore where we danced Where our bare-toes crunched corals,and your lips brushed my hand. Every night,your evanescent hug is carried by waves back to me I reach you,I hold you,I breathe once again in yester's memory. Every night,I believe in the next blinding sunrise to run wild,to run free in evergreen fields where dandelions blossom ,and the crimson rose bleeds Ahh,how it bleeds,with its soft scarlet petals and velvets of passion,yet it bleeds with hundreds of thorns,well hid in between. Every night,the tenebrous land of my inner existence invades my last waking thought Once more ,this sombre heart seeks you It seeks the guitar boy with those amorous eyes It seeks each wrinkle of laughter Its every remembrance ,and effervescent smile without the cold distance and our last goodbye.
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