I've tasted of what's holy
but like five minutes at the end of the tunnel it didn't last
and now I've found an errant gypsy soul, you
you are the smell of rain, the snap of desert air
like something precious I want to pin down
with ink and metaphors and slipping ambition
but I can't anymore, you've given me my ride into the sunset
I'm blazing with the light of incredulity because you are mine
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