He rushes into the wilderness of my soul
I’m bound to him as I’m getting old
Thinking his red could burn a patch 
Of straw in my roof of thatch
And I just want him to know
I haven’t stopped thinking about him, so
Here goes nothing into the void
You are more than one of the boys
As you entertain
With a love you throw out in vain
But I catch it in my warm hands
And I don’t know about those plans
But I’d still be with you
As the wife you want to
Hold and get with child
Can you love me and leave me wild
Coz I spill the beans
On the collective love of both our dreams 
As we pass like ships in the night
Equipped with a fire to ignite

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