These compartments are ready to take you back to the stars
Mercury, Mars and Venus reside in our hearts
Lines of defiance define our trajectories
And we are inspired by these ancient refectories
Perfect any metal and it will eventually turn into gold
Amulets sold to merchants who cast shadows on the road
They shrug their shoulders and wear beards and glasses on their nose
With a rose in their pocket and another folded in a handkerchief
But are we getting any closer to the pathways of our Soul.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
These compartments are ready to take you back to the stars
Mercury, Mars and Venus reside in our hearts
Lines of defiance define our trajectories
And we are inspired by these ancient refectories
Perfect any metal and it will eventually turn into gold
Amulets sold to merchants who cast shadows on the road
They shrug their shoulders and wear beards and glasses on their nose
With a rose in their pocket and another folded in a handkerchief
But are we getting any closer to the pathways of our Soul.
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