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...a more beautiful and more beautiful than beautiful...
Like when
they all
would have gone.
The rooms are quiet,
your heart, on the other hand
is full,
and you tell
dir again
from the times,
than the good Lord
the
Beauty
invented.
It is the hour,
where the night
sleep together
puts
and the morning
they gently
kisses on the temple
and you
his love
confess.
The spirits return,
exhilarated they are.
You had them
Output given.
Because some guests
would have a fright
get,
when he's their
visible
become
would be.
They laugh,
are in good spirits
and love you
the more so.
Oh, love is great.
And the gestures
so subtle,
so fine.
A hardly noticeable
Lifting
the eyebrow,
a smile
into
little heart into it,
stumbling,
in three-four time,
one set up
of the smallest hairs
on your
Forearm.
At this time
you do not close
more from -
may come
who wants to
Give everything away,
even the last one,
your mocking smile
and the one,
two tender centimeters
right after
your right
Ear
Prepare yourself,
flower born,
a cot ,
cover yourself
with light yellow flowers-
a hundred times-
a beautiful
and more beautiful
as more beautiful
Tired eyelids,
they are pollen pollinated
where
lengthen the lashes
up to
Moon.
Moth.
Trunk.
Eyelashes and the way back.
Flower fireworks.
This is your currency
--------
A perfume of such sophistication
and momentum,
that from breaths
soon petals
can be made.
Flowers
magically interwoven,
smaller sprinkles
of the most different kind
and origin -
fabulous.
Infinities
pastels drawn,
heart-touching
through all flowerbeds
this side
and beyond
the
most soulful
Impression.
And:
who wild strawberry
into a fragrance
into it,
has with a
pure hearts
composed...
----------
Should you be,
Sweetheart,
flower born,
in sleep
lose it somewhere,
or also
on the journey to the moon;
it's gonna be
find somebody,
who's gonna make you
keep dreaming.
Who's it gonna be,
well, who?
they all
would have gone.
The rooms are quiet,
your heart, on the other hand
is full,
and you tell
dir again
from the times,
than the good Lord
the
Beauty
invented.
It is the hour,
where the night
sleep together
puts
and the morning
they gently
kisses on the temple
and you
his love
confess.
The spirits return,
exhilarated they are.
You had them
Output given.
Because some guests
would have a fright
get,
when he's their
visible
become
would be.
They laugh,
are in good spirits
and love you
the more so.
Oh, love is great.
And the gestures
so subtle,
so fine.
A hardly noticeable
Lifting
the eyebrow,
a smile
into
little heart into it,
stumbling,
in three-four time,
one set up
of the smallest hairs
on your
Forearm.
At this time
you do not close
more from -
may come
who wants to
Give everything away,
even the last one,
your mocking smile
and the one,
two tender centimeters
right after
your right
Ear
Prepare yourself,
flower born,
a cot ,
cover yourself
with light yellow flowers-
a hundred times-
a beautiful
and more beautiful
as more beautiful
Tired eyelids,
they are pollen pollinated
where
lengthen the lashes
up to
Moon.
Moth.
Trunk.
Eyelashes and the way back.
Flower fireworks.
This is your currency
--------
A perfume of such sophistication
and momentum,
that from breaths
soon petals
can be made.
Flowers
magically interwoven,
smaller sprinkles
of the most different kind
and origin -
fabulous.
Infinities
pastels drawn,
heart-touching
through all flowerbeds
this side
and beyond
the
most soulful
Impression.
And:
who wild strawberry
into a fragrance
into it,
has with a
pure hearts
composed...
----------
Should you be,
Sweetheart,
flower born,
in sleep
lose it somewhere,
or also
on the journey to the moon;
it's gonna be
find somebody,
who's gonna make you
keep dreaming.
Who's it gonna be,
well, who?
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