As a flower for the morning dew I long for you As a hind longs for the running streams Frown on me no more And let me smile again Before I go away And
: I seek your coast Your horizon... Whispering fingertips On dripping skin... Feeble questions Sounds from my throat
I seek your coast Your horizon... Whispering fingertips On dripping skin... Feeble questions Sounds from my throat