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-from Venice: a tipsy gentleman bursts into song for his escort girl If I only could admire your feet, forever, I would pray to live on and live on - pray, forever.      I know I am not the only one.      So glad to follow this tranquil lot,      these fine and happy admirers,      who bow to pay your offertory. To join this choir, these humble connoisseurs who yield to your glory.      I stumbled, hit the bottom,      today lost all that I possessed.      My head, my mind, my soul -      so incredibly clear now,      ready to follow, eager to bow      for the urge of my heart. To join this song, sung in eloquent silence, turning to the mystery of your feet.      This moment is eternity,      far away my petty desires.      It is perfect time, the only time,      never started, never ends. If I only could admire your feet, forever, I would pray to live on and live on - pray, forever.      No sound, no sight, no smell, no taste -      this channel opened in my heart.      No boat, no lapping waves,      no misty vapours shining in the night -      just the clarity of clarity:      a foothold for us all.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
Con spirito, con amore
-from Venice: a tipsy gentleman bursts into song for his escort girl If I only could admire your feet, forever, I would pray to live on and live on - pray, forever.      I know I am not the only one.      So glad to follow this tranquil lot,      these fine and happy admirers,      who bow to pay your offertory. To join this choir, these humble connoisseurs who yield to your glory.      I stumbled, hit the bottom,      today lost all that I possessed.      My head, my mind, my soul -      so incredibly clear now,      ready to follow, eager to bow      for the urge of my heart. To join this song, sung in eloquent silence, turning to the mystery of your feet.      This moment is eternity,      far away my petty desires.      It is perfect time, the only time,      never started, never ends. If I only could admire your feet, forever, I would pray to live on and live on - pray, forever.      No sound, no sight, no smell, no taste -      this channel opened in my heart.      No boat, no lapping waves,      no misty vapours shining in the night -      just the clarity of clarity:      a foothold for us all.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
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