| Love is what's within you. And you keep on saying lust. And you keep on wanting romance. Don't you see it's all a part of the same sweet, soft aroma? Window to the grape vine that we've taken for grapevine itself. Once I love you, I always do. It can't be any other way. We're holding on to dead branches, that grow old and fall away. Don't see the strong tree beneath, Where the substance really is. And the stickiness and weight, also free, clean, empty space. You've fallen for the reflection of the golden cup in her eyes... when the cup itself is just in front of yours. |
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