Dessert

By | 1 July 2006

I will lift my hand up and there will fall a silence
And I will call you as I will lift up my nose and
There will waft alluring aromas and the bombe will inflame
As I will lift my eyes and see all the hunger fleeing
And a healthy insatiability settling quiet upon desires
I will lift my voice up and say it was good and
You will lift your spirits up and say we tasted it we tasted it

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