That heart rage and drum,
pipe-dream of subtle singsong.
Love, it won't last long. 

Cruel motions move me;
few motives in my love beat -
songs in my skin cheat.

Just this new beating,
just this new fleeting feeling;
love. It won't last long. 

This strand of sunshine,
the little lie between us;
just can't give it up


no, I just can't give it up.

The End

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