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Speaking in gray words that are
passive and cival now our love starts to burn like the night oh it's candle eclipse the painful space between our lust driven bodies with our hearts pressed together this is making love, this is making melody and then I wake up and you and I were never in love and you and I were never in love I slip back to slumber and appear on a carpet and your eyes had conviction and you were singing so loud you were painting with an ice brush onto the heavensred canvas and burned a hole through the universe with your fire ohhh and I wake up and you and I were never in love and you and I were never in love |