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Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pine
You love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say "Come touch me"
But you're always out of reach
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
That only blooms
In the violet hour
arms are lovely
and rose
Your a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You your breath
And have me wait
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
only blooms
In the violet hour
I the out
I the sheets
You the station
up the heat
And now you`re setting
Upon chair
got me tangled up
Inside beautiful hair
In the dark you
Tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the violet hour
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the hour
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pine
You love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say "Come touch me"
But you're always out of reach
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
That only blooms
In the violet hour
arms are lovely
and rose
Your a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You your breath
And have me wait
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
only blooms
In the violet hour
I the out
I the sheets
You the station
up the heat
And now you`re setting
Upon chair
got me tangled up
Inside beautiful hair
In the dark you
Tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the violet hour
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the hour
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