If I could make a wish, I think I'd pass
Can't think of anything I need
No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
Nothing to eat, no books to read
Making love with you has left me peaceful, warm and tired
What else could I ask, there's nothing to be desired
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep
Sometimes
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