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My limbs hang heavy
   My heart is there
   No matter where
Following your beauty

A hand on my chest
   A heart's last beat
   Rekindles heat
At the rise of your breast.

My touch skims a while
   Consort of mine
   From each true line
To your lips' crimson smile

And morning star's light graces
Two lovers' dawning faces