Gomar
When i look in your eyes
I don't want you to grow old
And I begin to despise
All of my silver and gold
When I look in your heart
I see blood and oil
Water and wine
Like seeds in soil
Oh if you could only see yourself
like we see you
(Thanks for breaking the shadows with light Foy Vance...last night breathtaking)
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