Draw that blood away from wounds, take me within
Hold on, sweetheart, for just a little
Blend regrets, sadness, bitterness, from my deep blue veins
With splendid scarlet secrets of your arty arteries
And pump it all out, one heartbeat at a time
If you go beyond seventy two, who has time for pain?
Breathe in, breathe out; come on, there is work to do
Hormones, bank accounts, little girl's sweet glitters
You must earn it all, dear heart. Take lessons for tomorrow
The mind weaves its own dreams, it needs to do nothing at all
But if you soak in love's warm water bath, or burn in jealous wrath
Who will spill blood to fill all the emptiness within?
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