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paint the night picturesque, dear...
because the flashing red lights
and the piercing sounds of sirens need a cover-up.
look into my eyes, dear...
and my world has no need for a brush, nor the paint that clings to it so close.
the youth in your pupils is enough to make me beg for my old pale and shovel.
dig in the sand with me, dear...
and just maybe, as we go deeper, it wont seem so cold,
as when I ventured there before - virtually - alone.
take my hand, dear...
because this time my limb will stay put, as sturdy as it can,
and I will pull you out of the dark sanctuary we created with all my strength,
because sometimes, after a challenge, it is nice to bask in the sun.
because the flashing red lights
and the piercing sounds of sirens need a cover-up.
look into my eyes, dear...
and my world has no need for a brush, nor the paint that clings to it so close.
the youth in your pupils is enough to make me beg for my old pale and shovel.
dig in the sand with me, dear...
and just maybe, as we go deeper, it wont seem so cold,
as when I ventured there before - virtually - alone.
take my hand, dear...
because this time my limb will stay put, as sturdy as it can,
and I will pull you out of the dark sanctuary we created with all my strength,
because sometimes, after a challenge, it is nice to bask in the sun.