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Soaring The Sky
To be condensation on a champagne flute
as your lips blow a kiss in the moonlight
like wings of a butterfly soaring the sky
touched by the obsidian purple night
in fields of amber a falling September
of a prophet's scent of vermouth
as your lips blow a kiss in the moonlight
like wings of a butterfly soaring the sky
touched by the obsidian purple night
in fields of amber a falling September
of a prophet's scent of vermouth
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