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