You Say You Can't Love,
But You Kiss My Luxe Glove,
Your Heart In My Hand,
Beating Like A Rock Band.
I Leave - You Greave.
I Cry - You Die.
Say You Can't Love Again,
You See,
It's Just A Chain.
Now You Must Agree,
Love is No More Than A Fable,
Playing Under The Table.
But Who Knows,
... Maybe There Is Such This As Love,
Like The Stories Of The Dove.
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