And While Something In Me Wonders Whose Hand You'd Be Holding
Flashes Of Her Flowered Face Parade On My Rain
The Walls We've Built Are Solidly Waterproof;
And Withstand Despite The Irateness Of Strain
It's Dimensions More Difficult To Forget What You Used To Commit
When Our Sinful Weaknesses Reek The Same
Brush The Dust Off My Muscles Require Reminding
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