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I shall steal you
from the palace of your passion,
and hide in a land
where the sun is cool
the moon is hot
the sea is shoreless
and the storm is quiet...
We shall as two butterflies,
honey on the lips
and carrying smiles on the wings,
fly and spread far and near
pollens of love
to turn the earth
into a valley of flowers,
fillling the space between the plants
with lush green grass of peace...
In that new territory
thorns of strife we shall bury,
weed out grief and sorrow,
and move hand-in-hand to each tomorrow! |
