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Yellow and black waltzing,

As stardust twists like magic wands,

Heavens and Earth keep revolving,

While I seek my soul-mate's hands.



For how long should I exhume smoke,

That billows like hell from my lungs,

For how long must I gaze at space,

Or kill my being in man-made wines?



I know my Lord God is merciful,

My thankfulness can't match His blessings,

I know I should not complain or sigh,

But who else is there who can reply?



I shun what the people of this planet value,

As worthy ---everything that's bound to fade,

Materialism has become religion,

For many people of this gory age.



I harbour no grudge against any soul,

"Besame Mucho" is my doleful song,

And all I want is she...who's for me,

My better half who too would be seeking me.



Very few will fathom the meaning of my words,

And interpret things in their proper way,

Who will feel and feel for what I missed,

My heavenly Eve made but for me.