His eyes; they are the color of sapphire blue of the night sky
a mysterious desire sets them ablaze with golden hues of amber
his heart, his fierce heart of Quitratue spews red hot burning lava
a deep dark passion flows in my fragile green veins once again
and I dwell in desperate despair through the desolate wilderness.
He is fire, he is thunder, he is truth eternal and he is my reflection
in waters of a well so deep within the soul, light fails to fathom!
a mysterious desire sets them ablaze with golden hues of amber
his heart, his fierce heart of Quitratue spews red hot burning lava
a deep dark passion flows in my fragile green veins once again
and I dwell in desperate despair through the desolate wilderness.
He is fire, he is thunder, he is truth eternal and he is my reflection
in waters of a well so deep within the soul, light fails to fathom!
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