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Every second you’re away
Every moment you’re gone
My breath is drawn
My eyesight goes gray

The colors disappear 
And the air feels cold
I just want you here
I know saying that is bold

When you’re around
The air feels much warmer
I give you my crown
For being my master performer

Hearing you sing
Watching you dance
Wearing that ring 
This wasn’t by happenstance

I want you for my own
Your skin, your hair, your lips
Can’t stand being alone
Because I finally know how good this is

Take me as your own
My skin, my hair, my lips
I’ll stand by your throne
To and through the apocalypse
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Picture: Aisling Jennings

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