Nights dream of ways to stay awake
TO greet the morning sun
With eyes and hands and lips to taste
Heartbeats that wake and drum.
Dawn burns away the shadowed sight
So we may see what's true
But--tell me a little tarradiddle
--I'll say I love you too.
You feel my cracks, I know your scars
And, maybe, we don't lie,
Maybe we'll learn, I know this tune,
The Lover's Lullaby.
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