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Ambrosia

storm

Pulse, high tempo and air that’s never cold
I carry the whole beauty of the world
In a jar of amber and gold.

I am nothing but heritage of blood and bones
But I give thanks to you, my fearless soul
For loving the light and shadow of the earth.

I owe nothing and pretty much all
To all goodbyes and farewells of every wall
Of every city I left my fingerprints on.

The far away drums are playing our last song
Entangled in star dust and dreams never told
“To you my darling, I did promise to be whole.”

Enough to carry all your deepest hopes
To the end and beginning of the world
In a jar of amber and gold.

Ambrosia

storm

Pulse, high tempo and air that’s never cold
I carry the whole beauty of the world
In a jar of amber and gold.

I am nothing but heritage of blood and bones
But I give thanks to you, my fearless soul
For loving the light and shadow of the earth.

I owe nothing and pretty much all
To all goodbyes and farewells of every wall
Of every city I left my fingerprints on.

The far away drums are playing our last song
Entangled in star dust and dreams never told
“To you my darling, I did promise to be whole.”

Enough to carry all your deepest hopes
To the end and beginning of the world
In a jar of amber and gold.

Georgiana Bularca

Georgiana Bularca

I passionately like and dislike all opposite things at the same time.

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