To my stubborn, poetic machine;
Rest those tired eyes now
Head to bed and into the sheets
Let me turn those nightmares, fears
Into wonderfully melodic dreams
When you wake tomorrow
Let's turn them into eternity
Through hell and high water
Through fire and ice, you know that
You are more of myself than I am;
Without you, I am nothing
See you in the morning, sweet love
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