Through the quiet of the
Through the quiet of the night, all is heard.
When we lay apart, I still hear the beating of your heart.
Though the idea is absurd,
Love is truly an art.
The vibrant painting has been made.
These colors are yet to fade.
Through the coming of age we will learn.
The heat of another body is what we yearn.
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