and feel the warmth from the blood
that runs through my vains
Drown softly in the pools of my eyes
and the uneasiness
disappear from your own
Rest your worries on my shoulders
and I will sing
your doubts to sleep
Let our fingers entwine and become one
and take the strength
I wish to give you
Touch my lips with your own
and know that my words and thoughts
are sincere
~Ingvild Gregersen
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