As I lie still and you hold me til twilights runs out. I'll kiss you still. Til the lights gone out. When thy breath runs out, short of your death. We'll both lie still. Your cold skin and mine touch til twilight runs out. We'll kiss to our fancy burns out. Well, we've never touched, yet we love. Still loved is love. Til times runs out. When, thy breath runs short, of me death. We'll kiss then, me love. Well, we be shore!
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