Strings of love

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Ere I begin my song
Let me be purged of my wrong
gather round, my throng
Let the truth caress my lungs

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It is an evil wind that blows no good
It is the patient dog who knows no food
I waited on her, like a waiter
Not bold enough to write a song or a letter

It is love, but they said it was a taboo
I am prepared to die, just so she can be my boo
For when I look in her eyes, I see it is true
That she is the queen amongst the few

My strength, My black panther
My gem, my black panda
My protector, my black mamba
The tune in my black samba

Exquisite mermaid, what shall I do to win your heart and hand
Do I ride to The depths of hell to steal the devil's wand
Or From a burning castle, from the wrath of a fiery dragon
Or do I visit the sea for Poseidon's trident that has been long gone

You will be my death
Yet life without you is worse
Come stay with me
Purge me from this curse

Let it fall on me
Pour me your love till I am drenched
Pour me your kisses till I am French
Be a kindler, make my fire not to quench

Exquisite mermaid, your love locks my hair
Now I resemble a rasta, in an Islamic fare
Come, manage my affairs
Come, let's have an affair

Strings of love | Ecency