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let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone; let me feel you moving like they do in babylon.
reprism
Aug 19, 2008 22:01
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dance me to the children who are asking to be born / dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn / raise a tent of shelter now though every thread is torn / dance me to the end of love.
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pg-15
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