If I were you, and you were I
I'd dance acros the dusky sky
To tell you of our destined love
I am close, but you're a dove
You know of me, do choose your fate
Within the world we love to hate
Where flowers bloom, but seen are thorns
Within your eyes so dull forlorn
Shall you weep if I not belie?
Our palms so close with you at nigh'
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