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Passion

Salty raindrops from thine eyes
Falling from the pink flush skies
Racing down the silky streams
Dampening tightly sown seams
There they soak in and stay
Until it's time for laundry day
Laundry day for tarnished soul
Washing out the blackish coal
That fell from my burning heart.

Burning with passion that screams
Calling your name in MY dreams
The sun sets on open flames
And speaks of long forgotten shame
Never remember the doubt in mind
Of that fine day from far behind
Of passion that burns so bright.

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