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and no speech is left in me
my tongue breaks
then fire races under my skin and I tremble
and grow pale for I am dying of such love
or so it seems to me
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there’s a moment when I look at you
and no speech is left in me
my tongue breaks
then fire races under my skin and I tremble
and grow pale for I am dying of such love
or so it seems to me