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[A litany of love
Is written all over me].

The words we have were not meant for this:
[Enigmas], ciphers - they are better placed
As codes for a code, the [mystery] of you and this:
The meaning of pleasures, your lies, your taste

Is written all over me.

Even your [smile] has its song:
[Awkward], delicate, like laughter laughed too long.
Your eyes have tongues only cameras can find:
[Volumes are spoken]; the trace they leave behind

Is written all over me.

If I had [violins], I would play them on my heart:
Cup my fingers into bows, and let them part
My heartstrings till they pluck, from note and note,
[A mournful, merry march], till murder she wrote

Is written all over me

But if this is your voice, whisper it to me:
Your language, your meaning, your metaphor
Are nothing to the tune of the air you breathe.
I am [drunk] on all your sounds: your tone
Has the timbre of wine to me.

[A litany of love
Is written all over me].

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