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Medusa stood on the cliff and sang siren like to the full moon
Sailors saw her far silhouette and thought she was beautiful,I assume -
Forget all about your women and your favourite broads
Love is the sublime messenger and carrier of emotions, to the Gods -
My burning eyes....
Bright in the transition of death and in the skies -
Love is all we spiritually desire in and manage to relate
Love is indeed, the gentle hand, twist of Fate -
It's the dawn of virgin love
Straight from the heavens above -
She stands there with others, white hair and white coat
Her beauty has gone long ago, it has vacated and eloped -
And now at three score and ten
After some solitude with the power of Zen -
For everything can be viewed here, as one field of vision
The present, the future, the past, there is no division -
and i decided to take a trip in Space
just to get another glimpse of your Helen of Troy like face -
Above the cliffs like balustrades of God's justice and hope
the white horse appeared and spread it's gothic wings -
and if it permutates this fine friligree netting and completly escapes
then i will see it once again somewhere, in your rejuvinated, smooth, beautiful, baby fa -
blood fuelled feelings are either hit or miss
and you forget the concept of the first divine kiss -
steaming nostrils and crazy elemental wide eyes
that's where i chose to tell her those lies -
and the world cried out at Franco's nerve
denial and betrayal, Lorca did not get what he deserved
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