I feel the impulse to raise my voice to infinity. . .
To claim a place, in your heart. .
Her slender kingdom, her name Phaedra
I am overwhelmed by her altar
Her dark skin, she loves and disdains. . .
I feel the impulse to raise,
My voice to infinity. . .
To claim a place in your heart. . .
It melts between my fingers,
It is necessary to invite. . . from the side of your whims,
That chance gave you. . .
You can look at me, but not touch me
You can look, but not touch
You can look at me, but not touch me
Do you agree or not?
I feel the urge to lift up ,
My voice to infinity. . .
To claim my place.

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