(McNabb)
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In the quiet hours, I will lay me down,
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To your heartbeat lady, I will add my sound,
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From your gentle fingers, to your tender touch,
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Look outside your window, you could miss so much
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Winding thru' your veins I know,
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I deny tomorrow, when,
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So reluctant to be more, will I
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Ponder on my will to love, push in and out,
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To dipping as a dove...
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Dumb Angel
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The Icicle Works |