I tempted to appear in different ways, sometimes I became a lover, sometimes I became a warrior in the shadow of your face,💞

Sometimes while you were sleeping, I was angry with the wind and the sun, what was I, who did I become, my love?💖

I thought I was dead but does the dream ever die darling this awakening I swear this is our great age of truth,💖

oh my darling, my garden of love, its door is always open to you, those captive skies will one day host that great divine meeting,💖💖💖

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