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i placed my finger on your mouth
& watched it heading south
past moist lips of sage
where thyme has no hand
in the striking of the band
you wore your dress with care
and watched me linger there
with rosemary on my breath
instead of a usual plea
& you knew it was me
singing a midnight song
so nothing could go wrong
as tempers safely fade
i placed my spirit on your bed
& gave my arm your head