There we are again
Found our way to dream again
Found it far away from them
Found it pressing on the ledge
tumbled goes the edge
Here you are again
Caressing down my spine again
Baiting me decline and then
Pulling me under tide
Please not you again
Face it as i may again
Worry to mayday's end again
All vines around my throat
Beautiful up close
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