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talk to me baby somonka - two tanka

talk to me baby sometimes I lock myself up behind open doors... either I'm yours or I belong to the wind give me an excuse something I can swallow… don't worry baby, today is Sunday God is resting

give me an excuse tanka

give me an excuse something I can swallow don't worry today is Sunday God is resting

you are the sun tanka

you are the sun that does not let me see... it can't be, how can it be? I'm like the earth you walk on

I lock myself up behind open doors tanka

sometimes I lock myself up behind open doors... it's that I'm yours or I belong to the wind

painted on the wind - somonka - two love tanka

there's nothing more beautiful than what I've never had-- I search for a full moon scratching the sea someplace between my pillow and my bed love was a bird on the wing wrapped around your nape