I'm bedding down these moments with you
Key turning moments in a padlocked heart.
And, I'm putting down some roots with you
Time can't hold back any counterpart,
That's a broken cog, not when every -
Second, belongs in eternity's core.
In a state of idyllic reverie —
Like a bee caught in a flowers décor.
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