And I know the end is near.
Close to me, your heart beats. To
be in love,
to fully give yourself to the
one who holds your
Hold my love close before the
wind comes by and sweeps
Us away. Hold my hand until the
earth beneath us touches
And the skies turn a beautiful
kind of grey. Birds sing
And birds hum, they hold the
sound for us.
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