Look, the satellite above you.
Moon up high is shinning for the night.
This about to happen.
See the light,
That coming trough my eyes.
I see it goes into your
Heart won't longer be resistive.
Wishes won't be secret anymore.
I see you surrendered to me, darling.
Now, when you shared with me your warm inner light.
Listen, we should be thankful for our love Satellite.
John Coltrane - Satellite
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