one night to speed up truth
we had our promise made
four hands and then away
both under influence,
we had divine scent
to know what to say
mind is a razor blade
to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldnt be good enough
for me, no
one night of majic rush
the start a simple touch
one night to push and sream,
and then relief
ten days of perfect tunes,
the colours red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love.
we were always in love.
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