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Tugging A Bottle Of Memories
With a breath of the candle's wick
locked into a dancing minuet
listening to the cry of dripping wax
touched by the arms in the flames
reaching out in my lonely
giving my sleepy eyes a bouquet
tugging a bottle of memories
a vessel to a sacred ghost divinity
feeling the caressing arms of my wife
laying a snuggle on my prayers
tugging a bottle of memories
with a scented kiss from Heaven
and origins of my fate
locked into a dancing minuet
listening to the cry of dripping wax
touched by the arms in the flames
reaching out in my lonely
giving my sleepy eyes a bouquet
tugging a bottle of memories
a vessel to a sacred ghost divinity
feeling the caressing arms of my wife
laying a snuggle on my prayers
tugging a bottle of memories
with a scented kiss from Heaven
and origins of my fate
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