And, when I think, I think of you,
And there’s no turning back;
My veins are filled with honeydew,
And nothing do I lack.
That goes to show that you’re to me
What I am to my mind,
And that the both of us are free
To leave the past behind.
So, if you turn your body round,
You’ll see me standing there,
And peals of laughter shall resound
At such a lovely pair.
And, in the depths of darkest night,
The world shall know the brightest light.
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