| In this head of mine yellow sun shines fine when you sign on the line that agrees to align, in this heart, with mine. Yellow sun will unwind to bind and entwine in threads of shimmering shine two spines to combine and make them as one! Captured - You're mine Tangled in this display, no regret and no dismay, you twine this golden ray, and climb, singing, "oh, oh, oh this shine is mighty fine Today, tomorrow in joy, in sorrow It's fine, when you're mine." and the wind stops hissing a minute to chime. |



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