I love... she makes me, she is my heart
She is my love, she is my love
I know you're jealous of her, she makes me need
She is my love, she is my love
Who knows who she'll make me, as I lie in her cocoon
But the world will surely heal my ills, I'm warm and terrified
She makes me so, I know the day I leave her, I'd love her still
She is my love, she is my love
Who knows where my dreams will end, I'll follow as they grow
But the world will know, How long I'll take
And if I'm very slow, she makes me so
She is my love, she is my love




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