That is when you will be all mine
When our hands fold like cards
When I feel your marrow against mine
That is when we will see the fourth dimension
When we find the key to creation
And we begin our ascension
I wonder if you think like I do
If one plus one equals three
Than who am I to judge you?
The clock hands mock me
The sun still hangs high
Waiting is hell- but for heaven I will try
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