sweet soul swept up
pathed to your fingertips
disassemble your breath
in this celestial cosmic voice
i tell you what fills the space
between east and west
there cannot be another whose words
turn into mine
and swallow the ground beneath my feet
we will shout and kiss and sing
lost in something unseen
and unknown
pathed to your fingertips
disassemble your breath
in this celestial cosmic voice
i tell you what fills the space
between east and west
there cannot be another whose words
turn into mine
and swallow the ground beneath my feet
we will shout and kiss and sing
lost in something unseen
and unknown
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