Morse
sending me,
astral journey on
the fourth day of the candle
i'll come to your bed,
your dog will not bark
and your cat will not scratch,
an invisible man
carrying my heart
and moonlight
and dust from the desert,
a scent of sandalwood
and the one flower
you can see,
nobody can see
all flowers in time.
i will see your face
naked in sleep,
you breathing
and dreaming
and i will instill
a smile in you
which cannot leave
and you will not know
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