How does the breeze not breathe?
What is life after all...
We die, but only for a while,
Before or above, how death endures on.
Where is the gentle breeze, the empty fear now?
Count the kisses, feel the fear.
Ever to seek a lock, it drove a eye.
Only the moon stumbles as a giddy gesture.
How does the skin not endure?
We live, but only for a while,
How does the embrace not glow?
Sometimes pleasant and always vigorous.
Yet there's hate upon the faiths and the locks.
Though it's now more blue and less nurturing.
Needlessly, silently, cravenly.
To feel, we fought. To give, we heard.
We triumph, but only for a while,
What is life after all...
We die, but only for a while,
Before or above, how death endures on.
Where is the gentle breeze, the empty fear now?
Count the kisses, feel the fear.
Ever to seek a lock, it drove a eye.
Only the moon stumbles as a giddy gesture.
How does the skin not endure?
We live, but only for a while,
How does the embrace not glow?
Sometimes pleasant and always vigorous.
Yet there's hate upon the faiths and the locks.
Though it's now more blue and less nurturing.
Needlessly, silently, cravenly.
To feel, we fought. To give, we heard.
We triumph, but only for a while,
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