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Morning Mists
the morning mists of paradise
caress me as I breathe
air on skin first coming in
then going out, it leaves
thoughts of you keep rising up
from somewhere deep inside
paradise feels empty when
there is no place to hide
breathing out thoughts float away
what was and what will be
and all there is is morning mist
in paradise with me
in paradise in morning mist
scented fragrantly
jasmine, linden and too rose
is aroma therapy
air on skin keeps drifting in
sensuality
in paradise in morning mist
surrounding all I see
air on skin first coming in
then going out, it leaves
the morning mists of paradise
caress me as I breathe
caress me as I breathe
air on skin first coming in
then going out, it leaves
thoughts of you keep rising up
from somewhere deep inside
paradise feels empty when
there is no place to hide
breathing out thoughts float away
what was and what will be
and all there is is morning mist
in paradise with me
in paradise in morning mist
scented fragrantly
jasmine, linden and too rose
is aroma therapy
air on skin keeps drifting in
sensuality
in paradise in morning mist
surrounding all I see
air on skin first coming in
then going out, it leaves
the morning mists of paradise
caress me as I breathe
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