Spell
The perfect time
to cast a spell.
Fame, and perfect love aswell.
Riches and creative force
flow in me, glows
the river's course.
Distiny awaits my soul.
Golden glory is my goal.
Love, a woman see her come
with tomorrow's morning sun.
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Spell
The perfect time to cast a spell. Fame, and perfect love aswell. Riches and creative force flow in me, glows the river's course. Distiny awaits my soul. Golden glory is my goal. Love, a woman see her come with tomorrow's morning sun. |