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The taste is bittersweet

Passion fueling that summer heat

Dancing colors beckoning

Don’t come around my door

Psychedelic mama, don’t want you no more

Craving the mountains peak

The earth my gypsy queen

In the air, so sickly sweet

C’mon baby let’s ride this high

Gonna love you ‘til the day I die

Fruit of the gods, behold

Lady in tales of old

Warms my spirit so cold

To familiar release

Intimate dependency