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The Path
when in Spring when couples proclaim a reason for being
in grand gardens of cashmere quality
there is a path we so often will tread
loving thoughts inside my head
with music in my bed
Satin sheets with an aroma of Lavender mist
a hero I will kiss getting caught up in the mix
like a soldier off to war you simplify from your neighborhood whore
turning heads making beds
the path we are to take is clear
their is no need to fear their
for I will wallow in the faint tapestry
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning plow
even the stranger it will welcome
turning an angry sinner to a saint
we shall feed upon the cosmic tapestry
alone in my thoughts from a temples desire
carry me below before its too late
