I'd rather be blind than not be there
When you're undressed, unused, and unaware
Of the dark love I see in your eyes
For the memory of the rest of our lives
In the sheets of night
In the light of day
In the whispered whites
And the docile gray
In the morning stroll
In the rainy noon
In the crossing toll
That we paid too soon
Let's us embrace in the painted grove
Where Autumn scents and the late red rose
Dance to songs till now unheard
In the dry of grass and migrant birds
In the midnight drive
In the cookie jar
In the kissing bride
And the brightest star
In the antique book
In the huddled frame
In the fire-lit nook
That we both once named
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This is really good. The first two lines make me think of Jarvis Cocker's work - which is a compliment in itself.
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In the midnight drive
In the cookie jar
In the kissing bride
And the brightest star
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deep and very nice
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i like it lotss
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