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Your lips are nettles
Your is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pine
You all sailors
But the beach
You say "Come touch me"
But you're always out of reach
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
blooms
In the hour
are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back`s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You breathe sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark
You me of a flower
That blooms
In the violet hour
I the lights out
I clean the sheets
You change the station
up the heat
And now you`re setting
Upon chair
got me up
Inside your black hair
In the dark you
Tell me of a flower
That only blooms
In the violet hour
In the dark
You me of a flower
only blooms
In the violet hour
Your is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pine
You all sailors
But the beach
You say "Come touch me"
But you're always out of reach
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
blooms
In the hour
are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back`s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You breathe sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark
You me of a flower
That blooms
In the violet hour
I the lights out
I clean the sheets
You change the station
up the heat
And now you`re setting
Upon chair
got me up
Inside your black hair
In the dark you
Tell me of a flower
That only blooms
In the violet hour
In the dark
You me of a flower
only blooms
In the violet hour
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