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Once the world stops spinning,
I’ll hold you in my arms
And never let it touch you,
Tiny child of war.
A tendril of our fates
Hangs on by luck alone
Once I get ahold of you,
And only you alone.
I’ll never let you go my love.
My precious, precious love.
Once the world stops spinning,
And you’re safely in my arms
I’ll beat the world away from you,
My tiny child of love.
A single hope is calling
To save our fates, beloved.
But it is fading as I speak,
My strength wanes in this tome.
Once the world stops spinning,
I will build a tomb.
A place built for a pharoh.
A place for me and you.
We’ll save ourselves
From this wretched world
As we’re locked away forever.
But alas my love.
My precious, precious love.
The world is always spinning,
Far too fast for me.
But maybe if I’m lucky,
I’ll see thee in eternity?
Once the world stops spinning,
I’ll hold you in my arms…