A hot wind carries
The ambition of my love,
This fever, yet unbroken.
This dust on the wind,
Clouds the judgment of young fools,
And makes us all sick with love.
A hot wind carries
The ambition of my love,
This fever, yet unbroken.
This dust on the wind,
Clouds the judgment of young fools,
And makes us all sick with love.
Discarded Recollections 