Said once, eye only sees Bangladesh
Where such danced and sang craven nest
Every part of youth, heaven swears for souls
But in mind ends the coast
But I owe to dream of Marrakesh
Oh I sense of all in all omens
It sums in gold flake polished paint
It aged and found you keeping rest
Of the colour, we are a kind
On an arrow, a paying crest in time
But I owe to dream of Marrakesh
Oh I sense of all in all trances (all omens)
It sums in gold flake ??? (Marrakesh)
But age will find you keeping rest
That would pass if life punished past
Crusaders of the name, like ghosts
You rubrick skin to fleas in barber rope
I've been prevailed for most
Who knows ???
Love is the hours
Love to make
Love is the hours
Love to make
Love is the hours
Love
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