Glowing, As We Fade
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You and I are cubes of ice In a glass of scotch Skin to skin, we make music Even as we fall And then, in this fire golden We melt, drop by drop We join even as we diffuse, Swirl and swirl, become o...
You and I are cubes of ice In a glass of scotch Skin to skin, we make music Even as we fall And then, in this fire golden We melt, drop by drop We join even as we diffuse, Swirl and swirl, become o...
