Make me a Sun
Make me a Moon
Make me a Cloud
Make me an Exaltation
Make me a Desert
Make me a Prayer
Make me a Lover
Make me an Intoxication
Make me a Tear
Make me a Night
Make me a Song
Make me a Poetry
Make me Lips
Make me that Kiss
That Kiss your Lips
That love is my Poetry
That would be my Song
The magic of a Night
Which would burn a Tear
And turn in to an Intoxication
Of a Lover
Whose Prayer
Would flower a Desert
In that Exaltation
I would ride a Cloud
And make the Moons
And make me the Suns.
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