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She's a dancer I'd never refuse,
She's a lover I'd always lose,
She's the romance I made up...

When I slip my key in her latch,
She feels as natural as thinking,
And allows me to feel the cracks
Unique to her.
So why am I sinking?

We're stepping back, forever.
After tonight.
Her window's all dripping
with rain and roses,
And sunsets and longings.
And sunsets and longings.