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And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving away to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
He goes alonf just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighed down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he fins a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at me feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
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