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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430746" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spanish Eyes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seville in 43”, was a Bethlam celebration <br>To a great welcoming of a golden jubulation <br>Born was the saint of passion, of teenage   <br>For in her haunted image cast the prayers for my Madonna </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Burning July day, the sun converted gold   From limestone in the cliffs, and the sediments of the road  As a present to the Roma Girl, a seraphim crested wonder  And haunt me with her reflection, as frightening as thunder </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Spanish Eyes, Spanish Eyes your living art stole my mind  With your dark incandescence and sacred chalice eminence<br>Casts a portrait of divinity to be emblazed for all eternity </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hypnotizing vampire, that's what I took and understood <br>But I saw you as a girl, broken painfully to womanhood  Awaken to lusts cancer, by the works of Marquis de Sade <br>Though where you lived I understand even love was fair trade  But this was counterfeit, to your to your espionage nature  As a love starved women, seeking comfort from the torture  Of a mutilating world, that severely cuts the pure of good <br>(But I love you for the wounds you marinate onto my body) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Spanish Eyes, Spanish Eyes, sting me hard with acacia arrows Everything’s a vapor cloud, and your impression becomes narrow Raven locks I wish to touch, and make them swirl around my face </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lonely Lisbon Highway, was where you had your final role<br>Denying you the magnitude, to be cinemas Cleopatra mole <br>But in your fall, it raised you higher, above the evening star<br>Higher than the seven sisters, or Andromeda’s immortal crowd</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For common fools look for angels under the spotlight of blind fame<br>The real sensational women can do without an entourage in her name<br>Forever my sovereign queen, my faraway Spanish eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kevin+Patrick">Kevin Patrick</a><div class=q>
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To a great welcoming of a golden jubulation 
Born was the saint of passion, of teenage   
For in her haunted image cast the prayers for my Madonna 

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