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Fly with me, arrive with me tonight Lie with me, I'm feeling very quiet Down you go, baby, down I go in time Ride with me, envelope me tonight Mouths collide, I'll take your breath away Eyes shut tight, and fingers interlaced Dream with me, beseech with me my mind End the scene of hate and all its kind Life is made of partial love and fear No sooner, then, do signs of Spring appear And I'm hoping in the end it's more than a lure What we have to bear we must learn to endure