Sometimes I walk at night all alone
he follows me home
he follows me home
Sometimes he speaks in mumbles and moans
I mimic his tone
repeating his poem
Wraps up my hands and leads me to his throne
forever we roam
forever we roam
He tells me one day, we'll share a soul
now I know
this is my home.
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