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I Feel Like A Giant
life ...
cavalcade
Written by CrazyPenisPoet
I'll ride all night
Colored by the road,
Use my mouth like a whip
And my hand most daring.
I will cling to your hair
To not fall from his gallop.
I'll meet my calls
Before the day in the choke.
I'll miss the morning
To find you in my embrace.
After all the ride
I'll lie down on Their fatigue
Without bothering to right now
I am overwhelmed or domino.
I feel like a giant
Or nothing more than a boy.
Stars change places;
Come closer only to see
And shining morning
After our sleep.
And in the greatness of this moment
Love rides without Knowing;
And the beauty of this hour
The sun waits to be born.
Am I the light that comes on the horizon,
star that opens into the night smile.
Am I the mist that shrouds the hills,
the flame that lights up without warning. . .
I'm a tear of sorrow,
poured into a chord of feeling.
Am I the sweet dawn of beauty,
it does allay the suffering of life.
Am I the slot where the tears come down,
and the serene lake where mirrored the pain.
Am I the child in the arms of lullaby,
mined in heart tenderness and love. . .
cavalcade
Written by CrazyPenisPoet
I'll ride all night
Colored by the road,
Use my mouth like a whip
And my hand most daring.
I will cling to your hair
To not fall from his gallop.
I'll meet my calls
Before the day in the choke.
I'll miss the morning
To find you in my embrace.
After all the ride
I'll lie down on Their fatigue
Without bothering to right now
I am overwhelmed or domino.
I feel like a giant
Or nothing more than a boy.
Stars change places;
Come closer only to see
And shining morning
After our sleep.
And in the greatness of this moment
Love rides without Knowing;
And the beauty of this hour
The sun waits to be born.
Am I the light that comes on the horizon,
star that opens into the night smile.
Am I the mist that shrouds the hills,
the flame that lights up without warning. . .
I'm a tear of sorrow,
poured into a chord of feeling.
Am I the sweet dawn of beauty,
it does allay the suffering of life.
Am I the slot where the tears come down,
and the serene lake where mirrored the pain.
Am I the child in the arms of lullaby,
mined in heart tenderness and love. . .
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