Truly Mine, by Sandwich Massacre
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Long behold these lengthy days
A hope that keeps me near
In your arms, a sheltered stay
Heart is all I hear
Inner shakes and turmoil free
My mind is all I fear
To accept the time that’s binding me
Breath is all I hear
Stabled quake and calming air
Here is me- left to steal
Hand in hand till morning fair
You is all I feel
Keep me close from moon to sun
Become my atmosphere
Devour me till I am none
Rush is all I hear
For the goodness of these little days
I’ll make them last a time
For the goodness of these little days
I’ll make them truly mine
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Posted: 2005-11-11 22:16:52 UTC |
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