Tempest
Across the broken howls of pride
unmatch the dawn
She will be there someday
wisdoms sweet mandolin
ran naked through the fields
Unbuttoned two as one
Pleading eyes whispers alone
Emotions stalked inside
Drunk on gypsy violins
we burn like you
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