Scents of Paradise
Marzipan aus Liebe
Gray skies match my mood today
I strained to out run them, but for rain
That stony color captured the blue
On my forehead my brow furrowed
This offensive temperament jailed
Human, am I, yet different sensation
I let out a sigh, not wanting to be me
These struggling passions of insanity
In a meadow with sun and flowers
Scents that brighten a kingdom fare
Whisper, whisper, fly, fly to paradise
Dream, dream, and there you are
On my forehead my brow furrowed
That stony color captured the blue
I strained to out run them, but for rain
Gray skies match my mood today
These struggling passions of insanity
I let out a sigh, not wanting to be me
Human, am I, yet different a sensation
This offensive temperament jailed
Dream, dream and there you are
Whisper, whisper, fly, fly to paradise
Scents that bright a kingdom fare
In a meadow with sun and flowers
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