A Little Bit of Brahm
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Touching like a needle through a thread all feelings come to fly
towards the sun, wearing a kilt made of ginger shades of rye
all angels from heaven on high begin breathe
as I fall in love with need, I only listen and feed
from the scented wings of those eternal beings, who never die
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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