May the heat me sun being eye, bring a smile upon my Father Gol, for inside my dream, where imagination is singing into ear, excited for about to show, appearing beautifully being paying investing fare in two eyes, blissing my skies, all around surround I. May the heat me Sun, being eye, peel gold from the spine beyond impressing a grin across into my Father SOL enlightening Inside my dream machine, imagination leans close, wet kissings, lipps, touching coming singing lullabies honey into ears tickling future frequencies crackling, my choir creating miracles happenings dancing barefoot across sky into unto beyond my mind. Picturings Something is beautiful about You to show. I feel it pacing behind the curtains veil, silk smoke shoulders, coin star perfume, beautifully appearing paying, investing, fare in two eyes. Blink once a city rises. Blink twice all my lovers wear halos made from cosmical celestial I will fire. ...