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Break some bread
The night's been blessed
With a neverendingness
But nonetheless
End come too soon

Sweet concubine
The night's divine
In a never ending line of lovers
End come too soon

On the cusp
The both of us
Without any maybes but musts
That carry us
To the end too soon

Ink begins to blot
My eyes are blood shot
They've seen things they wish they had not
But it won't stop
The end coming too soon

Whose butter fingers read me like Braille?
Whose dirty mouth would have made Mary hail?
Whose wholesome heart had bore down on me?
Who ushers dreamers into such harems?
Whose skin looked waxen in the failing light?
Who downright danced me like a sailing kite?

End come too soon
End come too soon
End come too soon
End come too soon
End come too soon
It comes too soon
It comes too soon
too soon, too soon, too soon, too soon
it's too soon, it's too soon
it's too soon, it's too soon
it's too soon, it's too soon
it's too soon, it's too soon
it's too soon, it's too soon
it's too soon
the end it comes too soon
too soon, too soon, too soon
the end it came too soon

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