Falling from high grace to in love with you is sweet paradise
You replenish me like warm sweet cherry pie
When I'm done tasting you
I'm beyond overdue
Let the wind inflate my lungs
And I'll retreat back into you
On account of seeing God has forsaken me
By fraying our souls from unity through desolation
I will always be me with some of you
But without my warm sweet cherry pie
There can be no I
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