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When love first arrives on the crest of a tidal wave A storm surge 50-feet high crushing everything In the wake of its demise, it soaks everythingNothing left dry, nothing but love...
I carry the love sublime, I think that you will findWhen you carry the crutch, you won't think it's too much.You won't mind. I don't...
When love next arrives on the crest of the perfect waveIt takes us by surprise, how easily and saneThe is no demise, except the flick from a previous flameSad that it should die, like a sigh never explained.
It's time to die now...Hot flame licking moths wings singing one leg missing caught in circles turning round.
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