Kirsten Supine

May moonlight fall
 Upon your breast
 May God send wind
 To lick your lips
 The river flows
 Beneath your comb
 Granite, pines, silver shine
 Green velvet throne
 Folding in, folding in
 The water brings the flower string
 Folding in, folding in
 The water sings the black horse scream
 May planets crash, may God rain ash
 To sear our skin, to fold us in
 Kneeling close, seeking hands
 Our blood is warm, but what comes next?
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 I will let it go, I will let it go
 I can't let it go, I can't let it go
 I will let it go, I will let it go
 I can't let it go, I can't let it go
 I won't let it go, I won't let it go
 I will let it go, I will let it go
 I can let it go, I won't let it go
 I will let it go, I can't let it go
 I will let it go, I won't let it go
 I will let it go, I can let it go