Before the Fall
Turning, turning
slipping, burning
all the days
to sweet be yearning
By your side
a wishful sentence
tattoo me to
sweet repentance
Slipping, slipping
reeling, tipping
while I wait
to truth be gripping
By your side
to always be
Turning, slipping
follow me.
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