I'll lie here and feel the air turn cold,
I'll lie and watch the night come down, too -
Like a blanket on snow
that covers the pavement
that the beggar sleeps on.
And I'm a beggar for love,
But as long as I can watch you breathe
as you sleep
I'll be happy.
Your pulse is my currency.
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