In winter, sweet,
The Padding feet,
Of Rain fell on your door.
You'd Kiss my Cheek,
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I lay upon these pearl white cliffs,
Of emerald grass and Sapphire bliss,
While brightest colours fade away,
As Dark Clouds float above my bay,
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We dance upon the tainted Sun,
That light now left behind,
Bitter words rolled off your tongue,
But Sweeter, I'll never find.
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If I fell in love,
Would you soften the blow?
If I stumbled behind,
Would you lighten my load?
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When all are dead,
And nothing's said,
Come knocking on my door.
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Is it bad I want you?
Like I never have before.
Or is it that I shame you?
My tears lie on your floor.
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Does my love offend you?
Do my tears make you cry
Does my breaking voice,
Shatter your insides?
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Go to France and learn to fly,
Get at secrets left to pry,
Spin around a camels back,
Then stalk a man known as Jack.
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Love lay dying,
In a darkened room,
With curtains drawn,
And clothes astrewn.
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I have heard the rabbits calling me,
To a far and better plaice,
It is what we do go hunting,
For the true and only Taste.
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