By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 10 June 2000
Deseado
And somewhere deep inside your consequence is sustenance
Somewhere deep where fairies keep the dust that makes us younger
It's really quite simple, sentimental in it's form
But long ago where no one knows the feelings were so warm
the lo-ve...deep within your spiritual...
lo-ve...religious and unusual...
but lo-ve...it's so understandable...
that lo-ve...is death if not mutual...
And somewhere lifted up into the reaches of the sky
Somewhere children stare to see their dilated eyes
The frequency of sexual, odors you define
Has left a stain that will remain forever on my mind
and find me, deseado...
you'll find me alone...
with, out you I'm nothing...
as I sit, on Loneliness'' throne...
it's the lo-ve...deep within your spiritual...
lo-ve...religious and unusual...
but lo-ve...it's so understandable...
that lo-ve...is death if not mutual...
(deseado, a spectacle to his own...)
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