o dear love of mine not the first in the end of time approach me with leaps and jumps run to me if you know to hun elope me to the skies from beneath the ground growing chives dear favour of thine do me unalive i love you more than i ever have collect me in your palm or grope me like the passion of my last oversight let shard rest on this thigh thy cards are played to thrive either way i shouldnt survive spread me on dirt after blowing me up if laying isnt enough in absence of light o dear love of mine fear love fear hazards of making one cry