(Courtesy of
xosemi ) hands of my love are you
embroidering with a layer of wallflowers
gimp and water cape.
When you were my boyfriend, in the spring
white
your horse's hooves
four silver sobs.
The moon is a well boy,
flowers are worthless,
what matters are your arms
night when I hug,
what matters are your arms
night when I embrace.
- - -
shoes you did,
shoemakers of my soul,
are stars that shine
around your skirt.
I'm tanned and I tried, I'm tanned
and tried, more
is cinnamon brown, and eat
lords.
- - -
The moon is a well boy,
life is worthless, what counts
are your arms
night when I hug,
which are worth
your arms at night when I embrace.
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