Our dogs called fame an fortune
Our eyes are blue &
The morning light
Came unexpected
The flowers are
Still asleep
I watch them open
I count the faces
As they are floating by
Some of them
You turn away from me
One of us always will
I always
A scorpio by my side
A black sign moving
Black are his
The sun shows the lines on your face
& delicate traces
She can fly away I know
She's got wings I can't
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