Sitting here where I could feel your lips
If they should breathe the faintest sound
Sit here where I may lay my sleepy head
The tangled fire inside of it burns deeply
Back safely from the deep sea waves
Of sea and wind and moon and sun
Heaven sent with shimmering stars
And hell a word by which to swear
Love by which we dream and ponder
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