I will not give you flowers, I will not give you
They wither, they die
I will not give you gifts, I will not give you
Because they age and fade
I will not give you chocolates, I will not give you
They end, they melt
I will not give you parties, I will not give you
They end, they cry, they go away

I will finally give you my kisses
I will let these lips be mine, be yours
These comfort, these dry
But these stay

I will not give you pets, I will not give you
Because they want, they eat
I will not give you papers, I will not give you
These tear, these smudge
I will not give you records, no
They repeat, they scratch
I will not give you coats, I will not give you
Nor these things that protect you and go away

I will give myself to you now
And I will be more than someone who is running to the end
This one dies, ages, ends and cries, loves and wants
Despairs, this one goes
But this one comes back ahh
But this one comes back ahh
But this one comes back
This one comes back
This one comes back
This one comes back
Ahh
Ahh

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