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Fungal city subterranean
Curve the forest floor
We walk on this sunken mystery
Trunks bursting through the moss from
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Cotton wool cocoon him?
His capacity for love is enormous (yeah)
His vibrant optimism happens to be my faith too, too, too
His body calligraphs the space above my bed
Horizontal signature on my skin (I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture)
I'm in rapture, ooh (I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture)
Perfumed velvet darkness
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Cotton wool cocoon him?
His capacity for love is enormous (yeah)
His celebrational intelligence is ridiculous
His capacity for love (is enormous) it encourages me to have
Capacity for love is enormous, yeah yeah
His vitality repolarises me
My north-south shifts to east-west
Capacity for love
For love, for love, for love
Capacity for love
Capacity for love (love, for love, capacity for love)
Capacity for love (capacity for love, love, for love)
(Capacity) (capacity for, my love)
Capacity for love (my love)
Capacity for a love
Oh, love
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