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In the lovers' domain, like a dream too wide for the brain I can't but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff And strain, take pity on a boy deployed in a sandpaper palmed infinity I beg you take the time to mine good ore from me I beg you lay you down on me Etch it on my psyche, employ it in my body nightly I'm as early, find some poise (Ooo), find some poise Naked in a poorly made briery Take pity, shook by your cautious broadstroke battery And if I am at a bloom, lay in mercury I beg you rain it down on me Make grace, lost in your sandpaper palmed infinity I can't but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff and plead And if I am at bloom and lack your grace I beg you rain it down on me From Letras Mania