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By wistful Date: 2005 Apr 24 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.24.12.33.4454]] |
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Black the world is painted But why go blindly forward? Be led by all your senses Smell the jasmine heavy air Here the wind pass through the vines Feel its chill swirl through your skin Taste the mist that dews each leaf Revel in the dark mystery of life And do not fear entanglement But be caressed by its gentle tendrils But be caressed Be caressed Be |