I have come to lie with you
I have come to die with you
On your padded shoulder and your golden chest
In a wilderness of glass we rest
And all the flowers they are our words
And my chances follow dances
Into a storm afraid
A sweet and bitter rest he gets
A sweet and bitter rest he gets
I have come to lie with you
I have come to die with you
And all the flowers they are our words
And all the flowers they are our words
I have come to die with you
On your padded shoulder and your golden chest
In a wilderness of glass we rest
And all the flowers they are our words
And my chances follow dances
Into a storm afraid
A sweet and bitter rest he gets
A sweet and bitter rest he gets
I have come to lie with you
I have come to die with you
And all the flowers they are our words
And all the flowers they are our words
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