If you're mystic, come this way & play for me. Tune your strings sharp & clear with all

the pressure I can bare. If you're mystic, stroke my hair, kiss my lips, then take me

to your mother ship. Rifle me with your tough grip. Anchor me to your bright blue.

Show myself to me through you. You're platinum strings are clear & true, so play your

harp, this is your cue. I know you're mystic, I am too. May I play my harp for you?

02/28/2014

Posted on 02/28/2014
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