Is that a furtive glanceDown the corridors of time I am transfixed
Your eyes seduce me
I float into an enveloping consciousness
There are eddies and whirl pools in this stream
My passion is keeping me afloat
Where are you taking me
And it doesn't matter
All I can see is this beauty
Violins and French horns
Backdrop singing of indefinable words
The turns and curves are increasingly gentle
This ecstasy is either death or love
And it doesn't matter
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