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I like to call you my wild horse
(And feed you silver sage ?)
I'd like to paint my poems with
desert tongued clay across her back
And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind
Through green and wild Kentucky
I'd like to make you my secret song
Blaze and dark and red in the orchards
And I would steal away to watch the way
Your silver belly bends and bows beneath me
I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana
My lover in the oceans of the world
I'd make you... of children
And I would scatter you across my green memories of home
I'd make you my hungry valley
And sow your golden fields and wheats my own
If I were a painter
I would paint you with this note
Silver traces on your skin
And if I were a writer
I would write these words on your back
In desert tongue clay, deep in (your wind?)
I'd make you my secret song
Blazing in the orchard
And I would steal away
To watch the way your silver belly
Bends and bows beneath me
I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana
Make you my lover in the oceans of the world
I'd make you my calico children
And I would scatter you across my green memories of home
I'd be your hungry valley
And I'd sow your golden fields of wheat my own
If I were a writer
I would make you my wild horse
I'd paint you silver sage and
Ride you savagely through green wild country
(???) Swedish verses
And you are the rose on my alter
I worship you eternally in flight
Like the wave ?
I'll dip you in these praises like cobwebs
And watch them....?
For your hair is the rain
And it soaks across the continents of my skin
These hands that worship you so completely
You see this woman standing before you
Naked and seared, true of intent,
I don't need you
I want you near
For you are my love
You are my flower of the sun
You are my lover for all time
You wake in the morning
For your sun(flowers?)
You wake in the morning
With your kiss
I'll be your hungry valley
And sow your golden fields of wheat...?
And you are the rose on my alter
I worship you eternally in flight
Like the wave ?
You be my calico children
I'll scatter you across my green memories of home
Procure o Ringtone desta música
Me gusta llamar a usted mi caballo salvaje
(Y te daré a comer la plata sabio?)
Me gustaría pintar mis poemas con
desierto lamió arcilla en su espalda
Y usted monta salvajemente mientras el viento dulce y sur
A través de verde y salvaje Kentucky
Me gustaría hacerte mi canción secreta
Blaze y oscuro y rojo en los huertos
Y yo le robe a ver el camino
Sus curvas y arcos de plata del vientre debajo de mí
Yo te hago mis alas en los pies de Montana
Mi amante en los océanos del mundo
Me gustaría hacer ... de los niños
Y lo haría esparcirá a través de mis recuerdos verdes de la casa
Yo te haría mi valle hambre
Y sembrar sus campos dorados y trigos mi propio
Si yo fuera un pintor
Quisiera pintar con esta nota
Rastros de plata en la piel
Y si yo fuera un escritor
Me gustaría escribir estas palabras sobre su espalda
En arcilla desierto lengua, en lo profundo (el viento?)
Yo te haría mi canción secreta
Abriendo en el huerto
Y me gustaría robar
Para ver la forma en que su vientre plateado
Las curvas y los arcos debajo de mí
Yo te hago mis alas en los pies de Montana
Hacer que mi amante en los océanos del mundo
Me gustaría hacer mi
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Jewel
Poem Song
Poem Song
I like to call you my wild horse
(And feed you silver sage ?)
I'd like to paint my poems with
desert tongued clay across her back
And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind
Through green and wild Kentucky
I'd like to make you my secret song
Blaze and dark and red in the orchards
And I would steal away to watch the way
Your silver belly bends and bows beneath me
I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana
My lover in the oceans of the world
I'd make you... of children
And I would scatter you across my green memories of home
I'd make you my hungry valley
And sow your golden fields and wheats my own
If I were a painter
I would paint you with this note
Silver traces on your skin
And if I were a writer
I would write these words on your back
In desert tongue clay, deep in (your wind?)
I'd make you my secret song
Blazing in the orchard
And I would steal away
To watch the way your silver belly
Bends and bows beneath me
I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana
Make you my lover in the oceans of the world
I'd make you my calico children
And I would scatter you across my green memories of home
I'd be your hungry valley
And I'd sow your golden fields of wheat my own
If I were a writer
I would make you my wild horse
I'd paint you silver sage and
Ride you savagely through green wild country
(???) Swedish verses
And you are the rose on my alter
I worship you eternally in flight
Like the wave ?
I'll dip you in these praises like cobwebs
And watch them....?
For your hair is the rain
And it soaks across the continents of my skin
These hands that worship you so completely
You see this woman standing before you
Naked and seared, true of intent,
I don't need you
I want you near
For you are my love
You are my flower of the sun
You are my lover for all time
You wake in the morning
For your sun(flowers?)
You wake in the morning
With your kiss
I'll be your hungry valley
And sow your golden fields of wheat...?
And you are the rose on my alter
I worship you eternally in flight
Like the wave ?
You be my calico children
I'll scatter you across my green memories of home
Procure o Ringtone desta música
Jewel
Poema Canción
Poema Canción
Me gusta llamar a usted mi caballo salvaje
(Y te daré a comer la plata sabio?)
Me gustaría pintar mis poemas con
desierto lamió arcilla en su espalda
Y usted monta salvajemente mientras el viento dulce y sur
A través de verde y salvaje Kentucky
Me gustaría hacerte mi canción secreta
Blaze y oscuro y rojo en los huertos
Y yo le robe a ver el camino
Sus curvas y arcos de plata del vientre debajo de mí
Yo te hago mis alas en los pies de Montana
Mi amante en los océanos del mundo
Me gustaría hacer ... de los niños
Y lo haría esparcirá a través de mis recuerdos verdes de la casa
Yo te haría mi valle hambre
Y sembrar sus campos dorados y trigos mi propio
Si yo fuera un pintor
Quisiera pintar con esta nota
Rastros de plata en la piel
Y si yo fuera un escritor
Me gustaría escribir estas palabras sobre su espalda
En arcilla desierto lengua, en lo profundo (el viento?)
Yo te haría mi canción secreta
Abriendo en el huerto
Y me gustaría robar
Para ver la forma en que su vientre plateado
Las curvas y los arcos debajo de mí
Yo te hago mis alas en los pies de Montana
Hacer que mi amante en los océanos del mundo
Me gustaría hacer mi
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!