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I had a friend:
I once had a friend of the Scorpio sign
Caring and friendly yet full of jealousy
She buys me the bread and juice of the vine
And we talk and laugh in spontaneity
We counted the stars and the falling leaves
And watched her dogs as they bullied the thieves
We rode along highways of the new world
And stopped at motels for a latino siesta
We watched the horizon and tomorrow behold
For coming tomorrow would eclipse the festa
Now tomorrow is here
And the Scorpio is there
Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)
Altair Laahad