Meditating on fire that night sky
I hear the tenderness of his flute
Feel the pulse of all your love
I see those Asian eyes
There comes, is it, my moor
Exuding the music world,
Play with the notes in the air
Fly, fly, always with you wherever you are
But take me with you, in your beautiful heart
I have the key to your lock and you know
The distance between us only in this
What is to be, will be
Yesterday, now, tomorrow and always
There is no denying
It is fait accompli
Just missing the meeting of our eyes.
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