I am but a dry land awaiting your liquid kiss...
Said She 'the one i Miss, her miss'.
I miss the kiss of awe...
I was the one, she liked, she saw.
But that island of love sank deep, with my love...
Down, down, be she, from up above.
She be, my love...
My dove.
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