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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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Just lay your chin upon my shoulder,
And so all things begin, Lets dream together that we’re older, Entrapped within a sin. The clocks are weary of time’s torments, The blood no longer boils in veins, All things have burnt to ash in moments, Their shadow still remains. Just throw your arms around my chest, And whisper in my ear, Your breath and thoughts, they need to rest, The time is late, I fear. Just join your hand in mine, my love, And so all things begin. Let’s dream we’re climbing both above, Entrapped within a sin
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