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In the early morning of February
You tip your head back with valor
As you dare me to pluck you out
From the confines of white sheets

Your regal temptation of promises
Do course across on every fibers
That surge endlessly with hope
Of predicting what's to come next
After the whispers of good mornings

you are all that i think about
you are the first thing that comes to my mind
when i wake up and the last thing left before
i fall into slumber

you stole my heart away
and replaced my thoughts with the memory
of your face and your voice and your lips
when it cracks open into a smile made for war

you stole my heart and i let you
because i trust to you the only beating thing i have
it beats solely for one thing anyway
its captor, its thief
y o u
y  o  u
y   o   u