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I was lying in my bed last night staring at a ceiling full of stars, when it suddenly hit me; I just have to let you know how I feel. We live together in a photograph of time. I look into your eyes and the seas open up to me. I tell you I love you and I always will. And I know that you can't tell me so I'm left to pick up the hints, the little symbols of your devotion.
I feel your fists and I know it's out of love, and I feel the whip and I know it's out of love. I feel your burning eyes burning holes straight through my heart. It's out of love. I accept and I collect upon my body the memories of your devotion.

I feel your fist and I know it's out of love.