Air Storm
Near heaven there’s a place
pure and huge, safe and warm
where angels sings their torn
and spirits see your face
Your beauty’s like a swarm
o’ bees flyin’ leavin’ traces
out o’ flowers, and my senses
feel that honey smell in air storm
It reminds me your eyes
and your smile, as it shines
your mouth when you talk
your moves when you walk
And your voice, your touch
it hurts my love, so much
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