segunda-feira, maio 24, 2004


I see the sunlight in your hair
There’s passion in your eyes
I drink the moonlight
from your hands
there’s non left for the skies
far from the forest your river flows
some golden liquid love
and in the desert your flower grows
ignoring dangers from above

it’s in your hands,
it’s in your hands,

As fragile as a butterfly
dreams are passing by
So take my heart and say goodbye
but leave me wings so I can fly
I hold the summer in my harms
The winter deep in my soul
and the moon and the sun will see
every poet heart break so

it’s in your hands,
it’s in your hands

White Rose Transmission
In your hands

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