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A Promise To Love (rough mix)
The sun's coming up
Rosy-fingered
I put flowers in water
And wipe down the dust
These cumbersome words
Have never been spoken
Folded on paper
No tip for my tongue
A promise to love
Play it again
That swift-footed dancer
Who moves like she’s weightless
The wings of a bird
Nobody knows
She’s spinning on daggers
It tears her asunder
It fits like a glove
A promise to love
Changing
To be a colour
That’s fading
To be soft
To be roseate
Not over yet
Still burning red
A ribbon of light
A line in the hallway
A voice in the doorway
Tells me to come
A promise to love

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