Her love is hot, but mine is not This woman is a perfumed breeze Greek Gods recline on her knees I'd freeze the sun to kiss her ear It all makes up the visions I call Domino It all makes up the visions I call Domino Right now A suit of doubt she gave to me In return I cried a sea Of poet's tears and something more I camped outside her velvet doors Love's a freak and it moves fast My marble dream it could not last Now every time this girl I see She tries to chain me to her tree
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