| In a lonely place Caressing the marble and stone, Love that was special for one, The waste in the fever I heat, How I wish you were here with me now. Body that curls in and dies, And shares that awful delight, Warm like a dog round your feet, How I wish you were here with me now. Hangman looks round as he waits, Cord streches tight then it breaks, Someday we will die in your dreams, How I wish you were here with me now (1980) |
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