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Sky of ink and diamond starsempty streets of just occasional carshere we lie in a lullaby of the stillness in our room.
Words are unable to speak of lovelike a smile in a whisper doeswords are unable to speak of lovelike a smile in a whisper does.
All of the letters and all of the wordsin all of the books all over the worldthey're nothing but sounds and vowels and nounsfor talking to strangerthat's all they're worth.
Words are unable to speak of lovelike a smile in a whisper doeswords are unable to speak of lovelike a smile in a whisper does.
Orchestra of tiny harpsit's like pepper sprinkled on our heartswe're threading a needle with boxing gloveswhen we try and talk about love.
Words are unable to speak of lovelike a smile in a whisper doeswords are unable to speak of lovelike a smile in a whisper does.
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