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Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
laughter's liquid
But your 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 tell me of a flower
That only blooms
In the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
a meadow
Covered in snow
thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
blooms
In the violet hour
I the out
I clean the sheets
You the station
up the heat
And now setting
your chair
got me tangled up
Inside your black hair
In the dark you
Tell me of a flower
That only blooms
In the hour
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
blooms
In the violet hour
Your tongue is wine
laughter's liquid
But your 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 tell me of a flower
That only blooms
In the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
a meadow
Covered in snow
thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
blooms
In the violet hour
I the out
I clean the sheets
You the station
up the heat
And now setting
your chair
got me tangled up
Inside your black hair
In the dark you
Tell me of a flower
That only blooms
In the hour
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
blooms
In the violet hour
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