I was as restless as a thief on the night before his crime. In a time of civil war, is our love worth fighting for. Would you sing to me the whole night through. I could tell by the way you leaned your body in the doorway that your memory would stick with me for a long, long time. When you moved across the room with your body painted blue by the late Autumn Moon that shone through your window pane.

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