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What Love
I want to be poured out
whatever vessel leads from the soul
all tatters and gold
like dew in the morning sun
But I wish to not disappear
Be my thirst
I will be your rain
You be the first
Inside you...
whatever vessel leads from the soul
all tatters and gold
like dew in the morning sun
But I wish to not disappear
Be my thirst
I will be your rain
You be the first
Inside you...
