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oh, darling, my love,

your voice is my home

a well of peace in me, a dove


eighteen hundred and twenty-five skies

have fallen down last night

when i found out you are not alright


i thought we'll get through

and i will somehow make you whole again

using my love as a glue


but the road is wet

it's all vaguely

and i feel like we've never even met


take, take, take

take my hand, won't you

don't let this break you


i felt sixteen explosions on my skin

that number is equal to the number of years i've been alive

and the number of lives i loved you in


i want to take over your pain

and that is not because i'm brave

but beacuse i'm a coward and


it hurts less to suffer

than watch you being carried by insomnia

like it's your lover


this reveals a sick joy and ardor

in me - maybe if you survive

you're gonna love me harder


and i'm sorry because i was unfaithful

i've let sadness crawl in my bed

and sleep with me every night; it's been quite and painful


i swear i will make it up to you

for these separated lives

and the hell we went through


one kiss for every lonely hour

and one 'i love you' for every

cry in the shower


oh, darling, my love

your voice is my home

a well of peace in me, a dove


eighteen hundred and twenty-five skies

have fallen down last night

but i'll make sure you recover and you'll soon be alright

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