Always beware when you
Call the devil 'cause
Every favor
Garnered has an Intention
Jars of kisses
Left on the mantle
Next to orbs of
Peace and quiet
Reach out and
Save me touch me
Utter those very
Words that once
You sang to me with my
Zither and after you
Brought me the
Choice and I decided
Every chance I'll
Fight for feeling
Golden and hopeful
It might just be the
Key to living
My life nobly
O-oh o-oh
Please come quickly
Rescue me with your
Soothing touch it
Understands the
Very heart and
Where you touch me
You trace lines and
Zig-zags on the insides
Of my arms

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