Speak to me, Ariadne.
Lay with me, Amilova.
Be my Piper, be my Rane,
Be my Theo, say my name.
If I were to love you, would it be because I made you?
If I told you you're mine, does that mean that you'd stay?
I brought you here so you could see my face,
And see the world, this wonderful place.
Oh my Nero, oh my Milo,
I brought you here, Shale and Shiloh
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 4:08 PM UTC
Speak to me, Ariadne.
Lay with me, Amilova.
Be my Piper, be my Rane,
Be my Theo, say my name.
If I were to love you, would it be because I made you?
If I told you you're mine, does that mean that you'd stay?
I brought you here so you could see my face,
And see the world, this wonderful place.
Oh my Nero, oh my Milo,
I brought you here, Shale and Shiloh
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