Of thieves I've known a few
To steal hearts, bury them with spades
And of dreams, I know that you
Chase stars in the middle of the day
The fog gifts tiny tears
To the window panes
And your song plays
Distant, somewhere someone is listening
A lace nightgown is slipping
To the floor
A candle waves
At lovers enslaved
By each other's labored breathing
And a debt repaid
After years away
Remembered by two bodies glistening
So when the sun sets
And two glasses are lifted
In honor of what lies before them
I'll remember
Walking through your door
Wanting nothing more
Than everything you gave me
Of thieves I've known a few
Though none could take me quite
Like you
Of dreams, I know the truth
Lies between the stars
And you.
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