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Before time has run out,
We get lost in a shadow,

Be my love for one night

Be the poison I can swallow

Be the apple in my mouth

On my lips a sip of wine

Downstream to the south

I shall find a source of brine

Before night walks in rapture

Hold my breath stop the hour

I will be a dream you can capture

In the petals of your flower...

ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am