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I will meet you In some place Where the light lends itself To soft repose I will let you undress me But I warn you I have thorns Like any rose And you could hurt me With your bare hands You could hurt me Using the sharp end Of what you say But I'm lost to you now And there's no Amount of reason That could save me So break me Take me Just let me Feel your arms again
Annons


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