Sing to me, my love.
And I will spin stories that fill the empty cup in your heart.
Sing to me, my love.
And I will dance with you eternally as your other half, your other hand.
Sing for me, my love.
And I will be yours forevermore.
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To spin, to twirl, to dance. Alas this happiness, I hope your last strands will not escape my reaching fingers. And instead I will be immortal. In this snapshot, this moment, and time. My etched words to walk on ahead of me.
