Now I’m alone and my soul is home,
I’m looking for you,
There isn’t too much time to waste,
Some left to share,
What’s mine is yours and I won’t mind,
If yours isn’t mine.
We will lay and watch through glass,
Of the second floor,
Music will bathe our bare souls,
Stardust on our floor,
Look for the sun to light our home,
The time that’s left,
A pleasure to be, to know we will die.
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