Sights of you will make me gloom;
Freeze the blood inside my veins.
- So has started my decay -
Is my love for you too soon?
Deep into the forest of your eyes
Open arms will help me glide;
Sweet soft music as my guide,
Hence my fuel never dies.
To your vicious waterfall I'll row
Having goose bumps quite severe,
But I thrive when I'm in fear
And your soul will be my goal.
Should I tell you how I feel?
Should I lie and make it less?
I'm afraid I never will...
I'm afraid!
I'll never rest...
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