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Here it is all I’ve ever known
Like a treasure lost and gone
To the sea the Pirate pleas
Curse the Maker!
The early light breaks and hits
Your skin just right,
I know I’ll miss the things
We said, the blankets soft a nice warm bed,
Stay a little longer.
Darkness cannot touch a burning fire!
Dripping down my legs we melt together…
Waxed out with all the pleasure.