| As the universe spins to a desolate end in the doldrums of destiny’s sea…
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| So should I accept being as reasonless as the firmament’s futility…
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| But here am I holding your hand…
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| As often I’ve thirsted so often I tasted my fell of love’s honey and wine…
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| But in desperate drinking the savor of loving is lost and so never was mine…
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| But here am I holding your cup…
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| In a garmentless promise of nothing we stand with only the raiment of time…
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| It is ours to endure or endear and end up embrancing whatever we find…
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| And here am I holding your mind…. |
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| And here am I holding your mind…. |
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| As the universe spins to a desolate end in the doldrums of destiny’s sea…
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| So should I accept being as reasonless as the firmament’s futility…
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| It is ours to endure or ender and end up embrancing whatever we find… |