I’ll give all
I’ll give all I have
I’ll give all my love
All to you, scattered to the wind,
Clear and tasteless as water
It has no trace.
But here it found a place,
Deep within the solace of my heart
And if one hand should die,
Why not the other?
And if one heart should love
Why not the other?
And when all those birds whisper in your ears
That I am a preparer of beauty and regression
Then here I stick, adhesively,
Stuck unto you my admiration
And when truth be told
A rose sweeter not, than thine groin
Nor diamond beautiful not, than thee melting candy
And when the doors of my virgin ears open
For thee, what words shall thaw sayest
Not today, or take me away?
But when I shall die, need I with a song in my heart...
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