| I was unafraid, I was a boy, I was a tender age
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| Melic in the naked, knew a lake and drew the lofts for page
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| Hurdle all the waitings up, I know it wasn’t wedded love, why?
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| Four long minutes in and it was over, it’d all be back
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| And the frost took up the eyes
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| Pressed against the pane
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| Could see the veins and there was poison out
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| Resting in a raze, the inner claims I hadn’t breadth to shake
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| Searching for an inner clout, may not take another bout, why?
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| Honey in the hale could fill the pales of loving less with vain
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| Hon', it wasn’t yet the spring
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| Aiming and it sunk and we were drunk and we had fleshed it out
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| Nose up in the globes, you never know if you are passing out
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| No, it wasn’t maiden-up, the falling or the faded luck, why?
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| Hung up in the ivory, both were climbing for a finer cause
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| Love can hardly leave the room
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| With your heart |