| summer dies here and so could I somewhere underneathwhere the ground is made of stars and everything uncleanyour opaline is everything I seeyour opaline brings me to my kneessummer dies here and so could I somewhere underneathso much like the ones in and on my skin and somewhere in betweenthis opaline is everything I seeyour opaline brings me to my kneeswithout you I am nothingwithout you I can t believethis gilded place has everythingbut this comfort is not what it seemsit is not what it seemsin between is everything I needyour opaline is everything I seethis opaline brings me to my kneesyour opaline brings me to my knees |
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