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| Our Nights Are Short |
| My breath is a red bird |
| in the autumn sky of your hair. |
| When I hold you in my lap |
| no words can describe the flow of your legs. |
| My breath is a red horse now |
| I can tell by the fire in my face. |
| We have nothing, our nights are short, |
| we must hurry, this love can't wait. |
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