Dream me a dead body, laying on the ocean... when it comes to love
you're not the one to give me emotion. though love begins when it
blossoms... it never really does bloom. it begins it's doom. Hold your
heart tight for it might blow away with the vicious say. Keep me warm in any
whch way or form... tell me that we will never mourn... can that be a
promise or a vicious regret of say... we'll never know until it's
day.
 
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