Have we reached too high, again?
Your hands cover mine in foreign disbelief
Veils and no veils, the difference is minimal
And now you are laughing, and now you are crying
And your teeth are flashing like lanterns
And I'm speaking, and speaking, and speaking
Tongues cannot fly - they are chained to the earth
But they are begging for release
When our eyes meet in the night
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