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I took myself for a walk along the rose-colored path through the prickly mounded thistle to the dunes Over the rolling sand soft grasses dark and sweet wave their dewey selves at me Your mouth, your mouth Your mouth, your mouth Stare into the pool Dark waters deep and blue Meet my gaze, take my heart with you, with you Hills so smooth and wide glide to the glistening single monument - take me in to Your mouth, your mouth Your mouth, your mouth From Letras Mania