As they say the moon pulls the ocean tide
I bring you closer to my side
The way you look into my eyes
With all the depth of starry skies
The sound of drums a steady beat
Your heart makes better sound
Complete
The ice of winter winds so cold
By warmth of you, shivers greater I behold
Yet of you, what do I know?
Only that always, you, even more so.
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