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We met like we had had a pastA common feeling thatI'd never had beforeBack then I thought I owned my youthAnd I had found the truthWhere the wild things growFirst breath barely taken inThe softest touch of skinA whole new world unfoldsTil death I promise all I haveThis new discovered pathTo where the wild things growSin, original or notAnd not if you get caughtCan scar your very soulThe gift the pain and pleasure bringMake you sigh or loudly singWhere the wild things growA voice I'd never heard beforeThe begging for some moreA kind of primal groanThe noise of the dying being chokedThe makers named invokedWhere the wild things growWe met like we had had a pastA common feeling thatI'd never had before... From Letras Mania