For one brief moment,
Let your hand be my bracelet..
Are you afraid of the sparks!!!
Yes, they are real, made of real fire
Oh then let me first..put you in a trance…
My heart is not in the place it should be
In fact, it doesn’t even live in this world anymore
So, people please stop knocking… at this locked door
Its owner is a wandering hermit, who left it tight closed
Let me.. let me look in your deep, awakened eyes
Though it will sure make me suddenly want to die
With pleasure unbearable… all pulsing wild
Won’t you ever give me this moment of my life!
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