A Sensual effectual, not a miracle sexual.
The Jet to pull on the cigarette, yet still a Pearl.
They unfurl through the present swirl.
A stylish tactile with a radiant smile through the cross of no deinal.
Held in the meld of how we dwell,
Told Elle est plus vrais, que c'est aussi une petit amie.
How does the mana fuel for free,
Still dwelling in the feel of uncertainty.
Only one of you, only one of me.
Truth of our youth,
Sitting patiently in the booth,
No mystery, yet still a sleuth,
The synergy of how then will be now,
Our belief shall plow the fields,
While to a consecrated fate is to what Rob yields.
A seed to heed the need as the ethics help us to proceed.
Told to remain true, yet the Ruby crosses blue,
So many and so few, yet not knowing what to do.
I remain in the rain of the sane while the sense crosses through the plane with the losses made by Jane.
We live, we love, we thrive, and assist the feelings to arrive.
Told to let it be, as when the Sapphire's in the mix,
It's a sort of heaven felt within the licks,
I seem to deem the clicks of the meld of 76.
From some kid who's bid we've hid the middle of the riddle in the left without having seffed in the intution of the vittles of wasabi in rice as three times as cool as fire and twice as hot as ice so that nice is also nice.
The Jet to pull on the cigarette, yet still a Pearl.
They unfurl through the present swirl.
A stylish tactile with a radiant smile through the cross of no deinal.
Held in the meld of how we dwell,
Told Elle est plus vrais, que c'est aussi une petit amie.
How does the mana fuel for free,
Still dwelling in the feel of uncertainty.
Only one of you, only one of me.
Truth of our youth,
Sitting patiently in the booth,
No mystery, yet still a sleuth,
The synergy of how then will be now,
Our belief shall plow the fields,
While to a consecrated fate is to what Rob yields.
A seed to heed the need as the ethics help us to proceed.
Told to remain true, yet the Ruby crosses blue,
So many and so few, yet not knowing what to do.
I remain in the rain of the sane while the sense crosses through the plane with the losses made by Jane.
We live, we love, we thrive, and assist the feelings to arrive.
Told to let it be, as when the Sapphire's in the mix,
It's a sort of heaven felt within the licks,
I seem to deem the clicks of the meld of 76.
From some kid who's bid we've hid the middle of the riddle in the left without having seffed in the intution of the vittles of wasabi in rice as three times as cool as fire and twice as hot as ice so that nice is also nice.
