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Lover of mine,

I am so tired.

If you will believe me,

do it just this once. 

I cannot make promises with bleary eyes.

Something about eternity and gold, 

God, I know. 

There was a fight in the street 

and you cradled my head. 

Can we do it again? 

Only this time, we will have good intentions. 

Love of mine, 

I am so tired. 

Weak at the knees keep my boots scuffing the ground. 

Such a gentle night, so

we kept the window open. 

The screen was closed

and you cradled my head.

Do you remember that fight on the street? 

Oh, love.