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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (847)	6/10/2003 4:14:02 PM
From: Giordano Bruno	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1680

Full, full moon and that same sad nature I wanna cover every inch of you like ink on paper Like the blind parade of souls Consumed by religion I can't wait 'til I get you in that defenseless position When the feeling burns down to one solitary color the velocity of longing, melting into each other It's a song our fingers play all at once and together You can bet we never learned it, but we've known it forever I dreamed that we were flying, carried up from the ashes Black silhouettes of velvet against the crimson of passion We can almost hear the echoes from the smoldering meadow It's the rapture of the angels and the rage of devil In the cool dusk of horses through the rusted wires of sleep With our arms around midnight, we're headed for release we go riding in the wind, we go riding in the dark go riding, riding When we set the prairie on fire we go down to the water, naked and slow You and me and the heart of desire We set the prairie on fire How hard will the wind blow How far will it go. Shawn Colvin