Imp

If you purify a demon, it becomes a fairy, no, stay away from me, I am a man, and you are a woman, we are not living on clouds, breathing in dreams, this is reality, I'm just an old swordsman, as easy as the blade, in and out, let magic flow through us, like the blood in our veins, is it raining?

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Calling the Rain

Hear my call, and answer my prayers, acknowledge my feelings, they’re bubbling up, a river of tears, let it flow, go all the way, follow the road to Rome, circle the world, and let it bless my home.