NEW WORLD ORDER (III)
whistle my whinny here she goes
flash past my windows
over closed space is delimited
when you cry
tears of tenderness fall from the sky
way up above a line drops down
touch me lightly, take off your gown
you feel better in your underwear
step right up I'll take you there
to the land past Heaven's pearly gates
I feel you panting, I feel the weight
of many sad realities
alright, OK, I'll take you straight
to the place you can't get out of your head
that is calling, calling, know what I said
about all the sad reality
play the whistle on the Raging Sea,
be with me
d'Agate
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