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All the little things combined,
That made me love you all the more
Are now lost from my mind,
Except for one I still explore.
I make my heart rewind,
And let the sweat rush in my pores,
Back to the very first time,
In which there was none else before.

In this lovely dream we hide,
Beneath the piano on the floor.
And in this dream our love survives,
Because we feel the death of war.
So we kiss and laugh and sing until
I wake up from a snore,
Only to remember all the times
you said you hate me,

Even more.