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Desire (You Become The Tide)

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You fill my blood with fire

With your every touch I blossom

And you visit every petal

Opening the glade in me

Where butterflies take flight

Over and over

And you become the tide

And the wind that fills the sails

Of every sigh

©Ann Bagnall


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