Irn BruGlistening amber,Scottish cherry-sherry of the North Sea.Sunset-oilin the veins of Scotland.
Slithering SnakeSlithering Snakeroam across theplaid, Jaw filledwith fang and poisonalways readyto strike againstthose whosedone bad deedone final bitegoes theslithering snake.
50- Winter's Strollher long skirts drag along the ground,ripping and tearing,leaving behind the precious white cotton.
Natural LoveGreat god of what I wish to seeComes to me'Tis always thereWith all awareI stand before a great treeFilled with specks that fleeOnly to spread its auraRemaining above the forest floorA speck lands in my palmWhere 'twould rest calmGiven a colour by Mother EarthTo ever have dread avertedEv'ry leaf from the flowersIs never ashamed enough to cowerEv'ry one with colour and no flawA form so rawIn perfect shapeLike a perfect bodyBearing a tempting colourLike ever-clean skinAnd the tree like the motherOf ev'ry perfect lady
052- where I feel safeI shake hands with the trees; they're so happy to see me.I whistle in tune with the birds; their voices are hoarse from the excitement.The creek keeps pace with me; it's reversed its course.The deer bob their heads in greeting; fawns come running for advice.This is the forest; this is home.
The Dance of the Flames of the SoulFlicker, Fire Burn and warm usFlicker, Fire Let us know that you are thereFlicker, Fire Grant us light Here tonight Sparking feelings I missedDance, Fire. Reflect in dark eyesDance, Fire Fill us with joyDance, Fire Here tonight Give him his fight Open his eyes to usBurn, Fire Reflect in our heartsBurn, Fire Inside and outBurn, Fire Here tonight Light the light See the beauty of the smoke in his eyesFlicker, Fire Dance, Fire. Burn, Fire.Light the light of love in your light tonight
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