I wish the world was burning, exposing us to death.
On skies, the black unfolding, hands reaching to connect.
Fine love is there for only who walks despite their falls
No fear of black unfolding if hands are holding close
This world, this world is closing. Please mind me one last time
I feel the light engrossing when we walk side by side
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