That stubborn curl wrapped 'round my fingers
As you place your head in my hands
The scent of your soap always lingers
The night is quiet and eerie
A soldier awaiting commands
I hear your heart beating clearly
The pace gains a beat, then a breath
I feel like I'm frequently falling
Caught between life and death
Stars burst forth in front of my eyes
Your name, I'm steadily calling
As from the dead, I rise
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