The honey of romance, so
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sweet for us
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Through swaying grass we
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run in arms, just us
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The honey of romance, our
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treat to us
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These arms I fold around you.
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It's just us.
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Your charms so rare
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My flesh laid bare
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In arms we dare
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I will kiss her mouth and her
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dark eyes
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Lose myself freely in her dark
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eyes
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Fall right through her soul,
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her mind, her skies
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Our limbs entwined
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Then comes our minds
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It's hope we find
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The red lips of her mouth
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they call to me
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Her mind is mine
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Her flesh my kind
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Warm, soft, smooth, mine!
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I lack for naught
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Her mind welcomes my
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thoughts
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Entering the dark, so close,
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entwined
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We drift away to nothing
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And no-one will find
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Within our arms we sleep
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deeply
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I pull her close to me, near me,
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into me.
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L'Amour Detruit
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| My Dying Bride |
