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Your lips are nettles
Your is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pine
You love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say "Come 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
back`s a meadow
in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You breathe your breath
And me wait
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the violet hour
I turn the out
I clean the sheets
You change the station
Turn up the heat
And now you`re setting
your chair
got me up
your beautiful hair
In the you
Tell me of a flower
That only blooms
In the hour
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the violet hour
Your is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pine
You love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say "Come 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
back`s a meadow
in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You breathe your breath
And me wait
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the violet hour
I turn the out
I clean the sheets
You change the station
Turn up the heat
And now you`re setting
your chair
got me up
your beautiful hair
In the you
Tell me of a flower
That only blooms
In the hour
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the violet hour
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